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Io and Jupiter

The orbit of her single Blemish-free golden Pearl cuts across his baby Blue magnetic lines of force Rising and falling Healing and enduring The waning moon night is Pouring a pail of molten tar Jupiter's bedroom door Needs an old herm to cast A honey soft spell to ward off Breathy scarlet leaves Io's celestial apotheosis Is a complicated virtue Clad in an ionized gauze of Lucent cold pink moons This ageless Odette is Burned like a sard gem When Jupiter's cloud-embrace Mars yet another snowy White unwritten page With a bull's head rhyton She cannot see his face For he slays like Orion-Hercules God-ready, God-drunk, God-expectant Io welcomes the choral Dance of the imperishable stars Still dreaming of a hidden Golden christogram But each hungry thrust makes Night-black bats grow Fatter inside her chest His bed is an almost Calm moribund sea Of Anatolian obsidian knives Io's deadly white pills are Playing ping-pong with Capricious fates again Nevertheless she's blazing With 3 million amperes Frozen inside Matisse lines The molten lava of rose-scented Soap traps the black bats inside The amber of Galilean moons Meet Io at the edge of the atom She has become a weightless Wingless electron or a clean Arpeggiated guitar sound

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