Poetry Notebook: Inmost Light
in a ghost glimpse of arches,
peeling woodbine apart,
i dreamed you were at Parnassus
stealing limestone for your heart.
the Sibyl laughed at the vessel
you held tight at your waist
to collect the light of crystal
she reflected on your face.
Look!, she said, the crowned one
Steals the blood from her own skin!
The dweller in the golden sun
absconds with the light of a pin!
you laughed and spilled your treasure
on the expanse of your earth,
as I watched your smile dissolve the measure
between your hunger and the hearth.
- ©Kalliope Amorphous