Go Hollow boned and feathered she fell to him,nwriggling perdition she pluckednfrom deep withinnFeasted high on flowering branchesnthe fruit of his heartnhe gave willingly for her songnFrom fresh wounds were gatherednthick sheaves of lovenHe lay open palmed to her world:nshe stretched in arched abeyance,nholding thunderclap and starlight in one mindnnSad to see the season gonI'll miss the crackling of the air,nthe loss of all I knownSad to see the season gonnIndian corn and the bitter taste of envy in the airnMired now in cyclic decay. The nag of conquestnSkeletal arms embrace a withering worldnnSad to see the season gonI'll miss the crackling of the air,nthe loss of all I knownSad to see the season gonnLocked here these dreams of you,nimperfect dormant seedsnThere is a dignity to this solitude,na sparkling ambiguitynboth liquid and solid at one timen