I
I came by night
for your symbols:
the raven splayed,
the severed emerald;
between folds I exposed myself
like a ghost
fingered by bridal lamps,
searching for furtherance:
the completed vulture,
the last geode:
abyss.

II
I’m sure you’ve heard about
my infatuation with the abyss.
It’s only vanity
but come,
share it with me,
cleanse the world of yourself,
the window is open,
the belly of your breast exposed,
the milk is nothing:
undress.