The moon is magnified tonight
and I give thanks for your sinuous golden waves,
for your crackling bodies. Tomorrow,
when dawn chills my hermit’s cave,
I will call you by name.
Sweet elixir, gathered from gilded combs
in the blistered feet of afternoon,
the dry wind of evening will soon sift my prayers.
When night swells the pulsing of flesh
and veiled pleasures, I will come to you,
the ache in my throat catching your thickness,
sucking ardor from the daylong sun,
licking my fingers under a gibbous moon.
–excerpt from “St John the Baptist Eats Honey and Locusts in the Desert” from Chasing the Saints by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2008). First published in Tar Wolf Review.