Author: Prof. Catherine Perry

 I  obeyed 

            every  move 
            a jaguar in 
                          liquid. 

The gold field and hand,

            light-lit.

I have  god-

          
           because light 
                       dwells.    
          
           We touch light
            one bright
                        desire.
                                    Light lover, 
  
           whistle.

I put mercy

           to light. 
           A scorpion
                         lash of 
                                    god.
      
           Light ocelot
           
                      cliffed,

slopes  into her skin.

           Wind 
           disrupts the
 scatter.
 
This is war,

           its desire
          filled.
 throbs and 
          knees 
           Our light.
                       The  bloom,
                                    violet.