Semele
                               

Dusk leaning into night
the moon's weedy nest glows
in a tree of stars
in the darkness of his lair
she sleeps and dreams
he comes to her as fire
the sequined air whirls
hot kisses test her lips
there is the shock of sparks
flung like arms around her waist
a wild sweet terrifying
taste of flame in her mouth
now her soul ignites
weightless and finally free
the bold fingers of light
rush to please her
smoke rises through floodlit
branches of sky and now
she feels herself both
sun and moon the fire
has opened her forever
her body blooms
white and intelligible
among glittering leaves.