A poem from my Triptych sequence My Damascus (N. Ball) You are my pink-forever basin languor to my punctuation Fill? You only have to look. My buckled mountain rose to clasp your lake. Now I pin you, crouched beneath my spider-frame pale limbs wed to my ribbed canopy. You are my twice-recovered garden beneath the stare-gray hull, my homeward stain. Giddy with mutiny I shower upon you nightly, my dirty little circumvent. Lost, we offer fitful prayers towards His turning shadow. Obsession warms the rite of open window. We swelter in the cool of his distraction I knew I'd find you pinned and naked just above the rift of his partitioning, my dark and homing twin.

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