Omnium Valentine

A rainbow creases
The Buddha’s forehead
Gilding the lily
 
Candlelight eases
The Crucified’s breathing
Forming a rose
 
A shivering crowd
Breaks moonlight
On Shiva’s robes

Bare Isis

comes to our picnic
On Stygian shores
 
All the gods nap in the sun
Not even Cupid
Can wake them