she draws the night around her neck,
a covering of deep and unbreakable sky,
to keep her skin from sloughing off
and help attain the stellar high.

against her skin the indigos swirl,
the blues and blacks against her hands,
and as a crystal refracts in the light
her cry is a long and aerial span.

where gods will guard with bow on string,
her lips will part and loose a light;
as taurus glides and lepus lurks,
she joins her envy in the bright.