NIGHT MEDALLION
NIGHT MEDALLION - Daniel Mark Epstein
My woman is sharper than new truth
A clean bullethole in thick glass
Winter cuts its teeth on her, the sun
Cuts its hand on her,
She’s too hot for the beach, the golden sand
Goes all to white crystal under her.
She’s too proud, the full moon is her mirror
When she turns from me I see her face
In the rolling window of heaven
And when she comes barefoot to my bedside
Holding a candle
And elf skates on my heartstream
Eager candle, milk my mind of treasons
She’s young and I want to fill her with my world.
This is quoted in “Bones of the Moon”; a Jonathan Carroll novel I’m reading at the moment.
It’s beautiful