Her breath creeps across me
In the morning light, like years . . .
I remember, wanting to live
under trees: marvelling at a butterfly,
Listening to the sea’s sonnet;
constructing the wall, she now dismantles,
trick by trick, this thawing veneer,
Drips into her arterial system
re-routes love bugs
as she lays with me, adjusting my focus;
cheap wine & cheese on a riverbank,
collecting abandoned shells, watching cacti
erecting cities of thorns –
there is a beauty in her wisdom
so exquisite
it defies words, eludes capture,
the damnation she vanquishes
manufactures its own temple of sin,
in desire & temptation, we shelter,
Binding books & beating skins,
as the day splits a yoke &
the night spins a yarn.
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