Eden

Other’s voices lose
touch, other’s touch
can never say as
much as the silence
that we hold.

Peripheral universe unfolds
the moon lies down
to eclipse’s blanket,
& the down of you sprouts,
half animal, half mystic.

We meet where & when we may,
though continents divide
& other’s lives jostle for attention,
no one squares
the circle of this.

I hold you in my mind
a crucible of fire, boy -man
holding back the torrents.
a union unsung we’ve backed
in corners long enough

searching full thronged streets
for some way out:
finding artifice in face & thigh
kisses in the night,
hot tongue of morning.

Other’s voices lose
touch other’s touch
can never say as
much as the silence
that we hold.

Now we are come to this:
spun of spirit raised by dreams
a hunger for the ultimate;
turn again retrieve the apple
from that long dead tree,,

when I was Eve.

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