Queen of Heaven

I chased the Queen of Heaven east—
Into the morning, into the dawn.
I tried to catch the train of her robe
That shimmered like ribbons of steel.
They fluttered just above her ankles

And split to a striking knee.

She snatched the hem as I reached for it,
In billows and in gathers,
And hiked it over the hollow of her thigh.

I caught sight of her blinding nakedness,
But she reigned supreme for twelve solid minutes.
Then completely nude,
She disappeared

Into the rising sun.

 

-jenn long