Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-seven
Spring 2015
           (to David Archuleta, for his light)

Anya Lofamia

Geographing you,
everything tends
toward crystals:

Musical versions of light
landing on your lips

Shy Cassiopeia resting
on your right cheek.


are the Lightning
renting the dark sky

are the sun-dipped Tides
that light the shorelines

are the Flickers that linger
on the tired dying fire wood.

In perfectible beauty

the gods hid their secrets
among the stars. Secrets

that lie very hieroglyphics
on the sky: Secrets

to the archeology
of your soul.

About Anya Lofamia

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