whisper in the sunlight
Half-submerged in butterflies and bees.
Intimations run like rutted scars,
Remembrances of wounds beneath delight
Thick with summer bloom like rainbow seas.
Yet night brings on a wild rage of
For what is this
ejaculate of light?
In pain and wonder, awe and agony,
Viewing silent, distant ecstasies,
Estranged from love by strong, protective bars.