Sun's Glory

She trembles for
his dream light,
those eyelash caresses,
because the night’s veil
hangs brutal and blind

And when his heat rubs
the scent from her neck,
a tear sheds the moon ache,
unfurling a glory of starpetals
to receive her sun

If just for one morning,
If just for the lark’s song


[Photo of morning glory
courtesy tanakawho]