bower

 "Gna's name comes the custom of saying that something gnaefir [looms] when it rises up high."

did lightning source himself from sheer air
or her whispered moans thundering
i ask the thor burn running counter quantum wise
to greet many suns in varied foliage
making mulch of aspen cottonwood oak and yew
and lyre strings silver best worn for shoelaces
keeping herme's wings from overheating
there in the volcano's grape bower of Life
with tornados of ice off her distant retreat into the future
shimmering in orgasms
bearing children stronger hung than basic math
against velvet pleases
and acres of whale expanse dotted with memories