Belinda

Bells end days.

Belinda
nicks Sol's
bright eye...

cool shining
Crown in the pocket
of eve's black shift.

Belinda,
ubiquitous trail
of fragrant exhalation.

Belinda,
triple tongue leap
of ecstatic invocation.

Shade cloaks the lie.

In her eyes,
those sibylline depths,
crafts founder.