Card 19: The Sun

When you show yourself to the woman
you love, you don’t know your fear

is not fear, itself. You have never been good,
but now your are so good,

who are you? Is it the liquidity of her skin
that bathes the world for you,

or her face, captured like a she-lion
in your own flesh?

This summerbed is soft with ring upon ring
upon ring of wedding, the kind

that doesn’t clink upon contact, the kind
with no contract,

The kind in which the gold in only (only!) light.
Cloud covers and lifts,

and sleep and night and soon enough, love’s
big fire laughs the terrible burn,

but only (only!) because pain absorbs excess
joy and you shouldn’t flaunt

your treasures in front of all day’s eyes.

Brenda Shaughnessy

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