Ásabragr

Do you know

what it is like

to have your whole life

overset 

by one person’s touch

hasn’t it happened 

to all of us

when we suddenly meet the eyes

of a stranger

and are cut down

suddenly I see why

Helen 

was so fought over

she must have 

leveled fields 

like a blast wave

transmuting attention 

into desire 

gathering up 

concupiscence 

upon the spindle 

of her dominion 

drawing the thread

between the thumb

and forefinger 

to twist up

a storm of armies 

you just 

twist up storms 

under your hand 

the sky groans with its echoes 

and thunder shakes the hills

I watch the clouds 

race to cover the sky 

carrying the heat 

that the lightning 

may rain down.