
Peony petals
pushing for an audience
in praise of the sun
As night turns to day—a tryst becomes a stay. Clothes strewn across the floor, a breadcrumb trail for Lust to find her way. Sunlight beams through the window and into two lovers’ hearts.
A stirring of bodies, a hand glides over another. The electricity of the night before sparks like flint against steel and radiates outwards. The quiet, morning tension broken by the chirps of a passionate, morning chorus. Accidental voyeurs to a second sin.
The cardinal sings
of carnal sin—a climax
we’re lost in song