IN JUPITER IT RAINS

t h r e e

White

the crashing of waves against the shoreline,
as moonlight filters luminescent ripples across its surface. the innocence of unaltered landscape an English rose giddy petaling peony with petticoats of bloom
tasting of sugar cubes and milk,
the clarity of seeing a star flit a c r o s s
the open expanse of an ink stained sky. you:
with your fingers curled into vanilla ice cream,
lips dripping foam from aphrodite's wet skin
// marble carved statue //
you with your pearly smile knock me
breathless when i cry out with the
lightning that strikes as you curl into me,
if this is heaven - you are the cotton sheets of a virginal night undisrupted by falling snow
turning bloody on empty ground