Orison

Raven aura, rising smoke like embered sage
That lifts our prayers
And clears a space for wisdom’s deepest well.

Our dreams, preserved like hearts
In your canopic jars, await
Their timeless repercussions, resurrection.

You wax and wane and wax again,
The blessing of surrender, one attuned
To bodies shared, to heat, to rhythmic bliss.

O eagle! Pearl! O lava flow of scarlet love
O irresistible! Ocean, ombudswoman,
Oldest soul of Eve, oh hold us.

You are the spirit geisha
And in your nanosecond sash
You serve us tea in bone-thin cups.