Under your trellises
dripping with elixir,
from the vines of your love
I wallow, Lord …
under the trellises
where darkness
is cleansed
in green mysterious abysses
within.
The cut out saw-shaped fringes
of vine leaves
shred the sun,
a fireball
shred into an insatiable
jewel fountain …
light is pressed
in the bunch
distills
tears
in God’s
lachrymal.