Joanna Gilman Hyde

I have made my bed for men

Show-stoppers

Who have yet to come

Up from my depths

To greet

My smile

Unearthed

From the belt

Of Orion

Eye have driven, pounded

Through the flames of my desire —

Fog has floated in

Around me now

And the peak of my orange/ red

Has been left behind

For some other star-struck

Bohemian