I love when my lover unfolds my legs
As the artist does the origami frogs’.
And as Perseus astride the winged Pegasus
Rides me through the galaxies of wondrous light
Then wrapped in Andromeda’s astral cloak
In pools of moons and stars I soak,
Brimming till spilling,
My dark night filling.
Taken from ‘Nothing is Ever What it
Seems’ (1994), page 101.