Hashish adorned each finger
Were vows once had

He wouldn’t keep his distance
Thought her mysterious
And brought her the odd rings
Peaked high and echoing
Cavernous
To be filled
From Turkmenistan
The crying carnelian
That lapis and
Phoenix rising

Forbidden to enter the
Wild place
He buckled
And felt
Like falling

“I don’t care if I ever see snow again,”

Into her dark eyes
Colored of Syrah
Dimitri
so beautiful
Brought Siberia with him
Tried to warm himself with
Chopin or Zyr
And the Marlboros
and dunes beyond the jagged cliffs
His Three Bar Cross
Tumbling upon her
Sleeping lady