Night-Queen Poem by Armadillo Poet

the Jaguaresse,
shivers
golden lines

the net she lays about herself
entangles spots of dark

-seduces them
-to stick to her.

now, notice how she blends and blurs with all she lays beneath.

her golden slivers
appear as
dawn-light,
moon-reflect

between the leaves
(she shivers)

looking at her inverse sky
she is no thing of night

she reminds you dear
of a cloud filled day
of fecundity
...of birth

way up; atop

so-then-you-see
small-clouds-break-off
the good-night-queen