Oh she would
surely create him a beauty,
flamed of the fierce glitter of her joyous
yearning for his soaring ecstasy
to careen down the tapestries of her soul,
bursting in an eloquent dome of stars
throughout the demonic vistas of her torment,
then flowing from her radiant eyes
and open mouth to hurtle in salvos
down his vivid columns to his own
gorgeous glow lying ardent to blaze
its dazzling rays of ringing desire for her
deep throughout her and into her heart
to beatify the anguish of all her loss
and this would become her second, and third.