Inanna

It is 
easy
 like that.
I am thinking of something else: a web, constellation,
casualness, everything thrown off,
dancing naked by the fire.

A hill’s meaning is laced in roots and 
told
 in flowers;

but there is a point between his body and my words
where a prism is 
turning
,
spilling
 rainbows into the underworld.



Retrograde

When I think of 
Venus
 in retrograde
I see her in a long scarf and convertible,
braking for an exit
as my car
hurtles past.







Conjunct

Inanna
 touches the moon seven times as she
slides down the sky. Each time she
loses herself further. Quiet. The ways
of the 
stars
 are perfect. They may not
be questioned. You have to get 
yourself
 out of the
way to arrive. 
Inanna
 falls over the horizon, naked.






Descent

When
 Inanna lost her hold on the moon
sunshine seeped from her skin:
she streaked down the sky
leaving a 
smear
 of gold, and rose.

She fell past the 
birds
who had all flown from her eyes

they sang:
which of your lovers have you ever loved forever?
You, from the vastness above,
You, who listened to the vastness below,
how did you come to love such music?



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