Shapes within the frames, the frames of shapes

Shapes within the frames, the frames of shapes,
the triangles and cylinders, the necklaces
she adorns her shoulders with, the lustre of
a gem and prism. I am wandering these heavens

like planets in epicycles, like calendars wander
a foreign culture. Look at the letters that
are drawn by the stars, the language of the clouds
and the emotion of the Sun itself. Her eyes

have pierced the armor of the crab, have pierced
the obfuscation of the rhetoric. I want
to possess her like capital, to hold her down

in the bed and have her violently. The contours
of the violin suggest the rolling curvature
of the Appalachian Mountains' natural beauty.