I was blue in the nightfall. My female structure
Sapphire, wrapped it its reliquary stillness.
This, your peacock gear, has conducted me.
Through the Craglands, has ridden me.
This, a coven of pillbugs
Is what you bestow. You gave me heat,
My skin of night.
And graceful your hand,
The alchemies of cull
I have known the legions, Sir,
Of your face, tenebrous many
Heads have laid upon this length
With heft and despite it
All, you can go now.
—Stephanie Rose Adams