Moon Like A Large Stainedglass Window That

To See You Naked Is To Recall The Earth.

The Bride, The White Bride Today A Maiden, Tomorrow A Wife.

In Each Thing There Is An Insinuation Of Death. Stillness, Silence, Serenity Are All Apprenticeships.

Relish The Fresh Landscape Of My Wound, Break Rushes And Delicate Rivulets, Drink Blood Poured On Honeyed Thigh.

Love Is The Kiss In The Quiet Nest While The Leaves Are Trembling, Mirrored In The Water.