Woman Under the Surface

From A Woman Under the Surface:MOON AND EARTHAlicia OstrikerOf one substance, of oneMatter, they have cruellyBroken apart. They never will touchEach other again. The shiningLovelier and youngerTurns away, a pitiful girl.She is completely nakedAnd it hurts. The largerMotherly one, breathlessly luminousEmerald, and blue, and whiteTraveling mists, suffersBirth and death, birthand death, and the shockOf internal heat killed by external cold.They are dancing through that blackness.They press as ifTo come closer.