poetry

Flaming Sword Poem
by Cesar Ruiz Aquino

Eve, daughter of man and the first morning
Light, in whom alone I find the glory,
Only she reveals the sun
Veiled when rivers flow

Vertical: She is the rainbow
Eyes and all, returning
Look or smile or word or story –
Orange or apple or peach, each one

Of these is Eden, eaten from her hand:
Virgin mother of all living, no
Evil but at her feet coils along.
Life self-dovetails. Death slips by.

Love is its own storm warning
Vortex eye and
Eye vortex – and I her bright boy
Of sorrow.

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