Shell

the curve of the full heart's chamber
the bent back turn of the other side
both drawn out of themselves
point down goddess direction
to the chocolate earth

pouring into the secret caves
where capillaries catch
gleaming nectrous juices
like deep discovered drops
on the tongues of Egyptian cats

ventricles of unknowing
sense without eyes
feeling only waves
the point is planted in the firm soil
inciting remembered rites

light dances behind silence
brooking no dispassion
a moon sets behind
the belly of the lake
pressing its fire into the furnace

now pink light curls
through the aurora shell
bells betoken breath rising
in an exhalation of larks
then the quickening