Rachael Ikins

Good morning stars,

good morning house.

We knelt before the Queen

of the Night, naked and solitary

as she opened and drifted shut those

Long long lashes, a rampage

of love and lust, quivering. How

many nights have we opened ourselves

together.

My bowed, pollen-dusted head

Aching knees,

I ask for a scattering

the faith of yours, where you reach

into the darkness.

Where you become the light.