Summanus

you know my maximum axial tilt
towards you is same as the earths
towards the sun.

i am most inclined to you now,
figures it takes a solstice to knock
me senseless, so i can begin again
with one stiff sentence— the same
sentence we are given at birth,
so hard in me i become soft
as blooms of algae.  

Summanus, you rattle the walls
of this hotel and i let you down
like hair held together with
gold tassel Sun. this thundering
night is the longest we will have
spent, steeling ourselves from cool
slate and tranquil morning. i see
Junos head, fracturing the Tiber.
the currents from our terrace
fissure moon like the resolve ruby
you leant me to hold down the
clouds.