The German Summer

I prowl the summer streets
And down by the river,
Bristling with will and lust,
Storming the skies
With mindfire,
Razing whole cities
And charging on.

Morning,
And the street is full of saints,
Sun-haloed and glowing…
Our bodies’ laughter
Is lightning back to the sky.
True blondes and false,
I love them all,
Nature and artifice
Equal delights.

Germania-
Black honeycomb…
Terra obedientiae,
Smiled one medieval pope.

Mining the sun
With the tip of my tongue,
I saunter with the summer,
A damascene prince.
Not bones, but words, outlive the death of stars.

Shining, dying,
Supernova,
Her haloed belly-mountain,
The pregnant woman
Nude on the beach,
And the bright lake adoring her,
The sun caught in her blonde hair.

Wherever I turn
The clean, severe and pagan face,
Sun-minted and shining,
Arrests me.
Severe commands arise
And force me to revolt;
I draw the runes
In fear and expectation.