for Karthik 
...
...
"...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God." - Hart Crane

...
...

You hear 

'consolation'

as 'constellation' 

when I explain  

a poem is a  

consolation


work that I 

am compelled 

to 


as a lover 

is to

traces 

pointing

beyond sighs

and windows

where 

Arcturus

stands

poised 

wheeling 

in night's 

patient

round


his arrow 

strung 

forever

ready to 

swiftly fly

as am I

along the

spatial curve 

of your

arching

thighs


and this

too


your taut


restrained


breath held


between 

Perpetua's

swollen 

lips of

praise 


...
...

If you 

could only 

see what

I see in 

your eyes

when the 

arrow

finally 

flies