Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's light
Surprised in the opening of her nightlong eyes
His golden yesterday asleep upon the iris
And this day's sun leapt up the sky out of her thighs
Was miraculous virginity old as loaves and fishes,
Though the moment of a miracle is unending lightning
And the shipyards of Galilee's footprints hide a navy of 
doves.

Her deepsea pillow where once she married alone,
Her heart all ears and eyes, lips catching the avalanche
Of the golden ghost who ringed with his streams her 
mercury bone,
Who under the lids of her windows hoisted his golden 
luggage,
For a man sleeps where fire leapt down and she learns 
through his arm
That other sun, the jealous coursing of the unrivalled 
blood.