Remembering Sylvia

dark moonlight
shakes rocks, shows
trees have branches
of white sheets

pillow or belly,
trunk or thigh,
eyes around the frieze
watch you, watch you

you lie
a woman's lie,
promising cornucopia:
I bend and taste

fingers stretch and clench
on Easter Island gods,
their roots in earth
dissolve like blood

where once I stood
I lie, I lie,
words and windows broken,
all meaningless fragments

the stalactite fingers
have fallen from gods
bats echo their way
through Plato's cave