Son of Cups
youth
chalice embalmed in translucent eggshell
framed by birds in their return from the sea
edging bright spirit of albumen
flute in mouth between labial folds lips of
a goblet rim vines curl under footsoles of
the son of cups
whose music is a silver and liquid amber
show me your crossed legs
muscles brought into definition by
a primitive chiaroscuro…
This is beautiful writing!