I am wrent
savaged in two –
the mind taken leave and
left only the craven sense

lover Adonis, willow-radiant anemone
my heart takes its rest in you
I no longer pace the steppes along the shore –
the hot rocks waste their fire on me

what has the boar wrought with that stinging tusk?
for he has gored your heart unto mine,
tender flesh of generations yoked together –
pliant, blood-filled rubies severed
now cast out on a single purple ship

all that's left for this feast of eyes
is wind over shaded grove of anemone
and the nectar of your blood
soaked into earth

The alter-step launches you pure white!