Scarlet Six
she is scarlet and six pence
silver coins for beggars hands
soror of that bacchus chalice
still wet with lavish wines
where her temple garden is lined with lilies
and endless passions spent
a lover once of dew and morn
now a lover in long dreamings
through and through the blue night
and the embrace of endless Nuit
searching for lost pomegranates
among the waters of her seas
and as sacred scarlet shall
I was inspired, wholly consumed
given to the will of Babalon
to kiss across those endless skies
on eyes of splendor shining
waiting still and holding my cup
to catch the reflection of her star