by Elana Wolff
Empty & bright as empire—
whole lives eager to be dreamed here,
stepped into on oak parquet,
front-lit by picture windows—
unshuttered, facing east:
regions of command & magic, never a timorous wish.
Towers craning up & up,
When you said sweet, I heard bees
& smelled the yellow nectar.
Love is loopy like that: like punching Sun,
getting drubbed, blessing the light
— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 1