This poem requires a familiarity with my mythology. Lux is the goddess of language, and Luciana is her daughter the goddess of love and poetry. Again it was written while working my job at the clothing store. An attempt, as they all are.
Lux entrusts these words to her daughter:
The tongue of desire and the madness of laughter.
After all, Lucy’s call is the threading of velvet;
Soul knit to soul, molten walls, breath ecstatic.
My poetry’s written of blood, and silk of love
My goddess rests from my neck, my heart her fiery dove
The centermost in is itself a poem
Our primordial creative first word is a groan.