You unseen cathedrals,

you rivers unheard

you clocks deep in us.

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'An end to the granting of names'

There stood

a splinter of fig on your lip,

there stood,

Jersualem around us,

there stood

the bright pure scent

above the Danish skiff we thanked

I stood

in you.

~~~

We gaze at each other,

we speak of dark things,

We love one another like poppy and memory

we slumber like wine in the seashells,

like the sea in the moon's blood-jet.

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Aspen tree, your leaves glance white into the dark

My mother's hair never turned white.