Jan 142015
 
Her incandescent body
Tender under told time's one gigantic tick
Incinerates hours and fables by swept, kept licks--
Molten beneath the moon's white story.

Take all my lorn light unshorn (to you only belonging)
Twist flame and flower and winking spring
Into the midnight ivy of your dark, swung hair
And into the blended candle's long eye at dawning.

Twist every strand of the wild, wild air
Into the midnight ivy of your dark, swung hair
Until Love jumps out from spuming earth
And mounts the lost, cross ways of my breath.

All-at-once lovely in your loved eye,
Awkward and able, spry and awry,
My burning body like a shouted cross I move
All-at-once lovely in your loved eye.

Now out of sparring breath
I pause to praise and honour all her ways:
Whirled brave alive again from her inward world,
I sing all loves sprung from her beginning word;

And deep in the sacristy of her candle-hot breath
I lay down my moons and worlds for the honor of her days.
One by one the unspoiled stars spill from her side.

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