Grace drives through palm the valentine clasp
without perversion, a
celeste traced from the torpor of
a daughter named for a son
ransomed in serenity by the peach tree
with its quavers identical to helix levitation,
traced from the vigil for amethyst cords
laid in summer’s reliquary,
extracted by a network of adoring muscles colored in luna and applied to the late clouds,
their muse upon sensitive, vulnerable,
theological marches,
curling fealty in wounded radiance,
bringing her jeweled forearms to a union.

She detects a salve in the permanence of brazen lilt,
subsumes air through pore
with organs of diagonal, thousand-skied affection,
the ave flow of vermilion stars in nectar
moving a warm sail in her brain.