the drowning

beyond the whitenight city
garden she plays solitaire
drenched in shadowgrasses the

candles flutter in dice-cups
wind drifts down uneven streets
and all goodfolk in their bed

her feverhands shake her voice
<dumbly articulate in
the slant of her mind quick blue

light in young veins suspension
of memory suspension
of desire so her eyes rise

purplegreen sky bough on bough
breath to breath she dances her
hair all chinese crocuses

applelight mimics the sun
the wind in the broken roofs
the drowning comes to dream her