Lover of darkness, lit

from within,


you show your flash

of abdomen, an ember

of warning

or attraction.


Luminous beetle, slow

meteor, you illuminate

the short hours

from summer dusk

to hard midnight.


You know

the taste of pollen,

sweet nectar, on your

tongue. You remember

a winter of darkness.


These weeks are

yours to kindle,

to burn. And though



the speed of light

is fixed, I can catch you,

gently, wonder at

the green and gold

and black of you.


I can release

you, to disappear,

to soar or fall

against firmament.


(from Within/Without, 2005)