Left Eye of the Moon

There is a room in a wall, and the wall is mud,
and the mud, crenelated and pink.
There is a bed and cold-water sink and two pillows.

One window is pomegranate, the other pregnant.
They whisper over our bed
from the starry book of the dead
a story of two inseparable children.

Now that I've found you
Every sun in the sky will be drawn to you

You are the tree of life kicking blanket
and sheet to the foot of the bed.
You are the book of life Hebrews undress
and spread upon velvet,
caress with a silver finger and silk and knots of silk.

You are a chalice raised high as my arms can hold you,
jeweled in front and smooth in back.

Inside you I am transubstantiated into blood
and the breath of blood.

What church can refute this miracle?

Now that I've found you
Every sun in the sky will be drawn to you


© 2008 Richard Fammerée/Nomadica Musica & Poetry, ASCAP