Rites of Earrings

 

With unerring art 

she pins bolts— 

bright earrings 

of eve— 

 

to halt, 

hold 

a glance 

on her neck, 

 

spell turning 

light 

in suspense, 

beauty posed, 

occult— 

 

half-way met, 

below 

and above, 

 

marking 

each change— 

balanced bow, 

delicate move— 

 

there between 

the barely touched, 

hardly spoken— 

 

like letters 

understood, 

oddly unopened—