Yesterday love
was a Vaseline jar
with maybe enough
goop left at the bottom
to smooth out some tension,
seal up a wound,
protect from effects
of climate and make-up.
Today love is a song
in the crystal
my body has become,
from the deeper earth,
the archangels within
throb with the fire
of my passion.
There is no other anymore
just a constant hum
of light.
