It is 3:34 PM Pacific Time,
the exact moment of the solstice.
Like an arrow, the axis of love
pierces the center of the sun,
the spindle of the earth,
the meridian of my heartbeat.
The moon pours cool ointment
over the wound.
Wherever there are rims, limits,
horizons, now
they overflow with dark
sparkling nectar.
Drink from me.
Art by Randall Roberts