Jaxsun Castro Horn
Artemis And Aphrodite
A vesper belt drops to the paramour’s wink.
An exhale of remnants both shadow and ink,
readying the curtains for descent.
Whose zinc lux turnt over that nocturnal ocean
summoning tides to rise up as mountains,
kissing the sparkled visage along shore?
This nous symphony their hunger fancies upon
onto a fading applause to His inevitable light.