Poetry As Constellation Poem by Warren Falcon

for Karthik

'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - Hart Crane



You hear

'consolation'

as 'constellation'

when I explain

a poem is a

consolation

work that I

am compelled

to

as a lover

is to

traces

pointing

beyond sighs

and windows

where

Arcturus

stands

poised

wheeling

in night's

patient

round

his arrow

strung

forever

ready to

swiftly fly

as am I

along the

spatial curve

of your

arching

thighs


and this

too

your taut

restrained

breath held

between

swollen

lips of

praise



If you

could only

see what

I see in

your eyes

when the

arrow

finally

flies