1 After the footprints in the sand have washed away.
` watch as you steal away the shadows
` and turn restless murmurs of the tides
` into seabirds, echoing their hunt into the offing.
2 Gather into your arms
` the lingering sobs of past indiscretions
` and trespass the metal gate
` with drill bits and welding rods.
3 Enter, unburdened,
` unquiet, entranced, enforced
` and sound — en masse — the bells
` to awaken new morn in old beginnings.
4 Softly, take hold
` the silence of longing,
5 this speck under a thousand skies
` laid waste on cold granite and dried sorrows.
2 In a night made of candle wax.
` the wooden panels above the mantle piece
` are shorn away by termites.
2 Air rings cold
` and plasticine covers the window cracks
3 Our bed is made for forgetting
` and sheets sewn in innocence.
4 Trodden yet willful we run
` beyond forest,
` and into crags.
5 We discover fingerprints
` released into lines that mark our palms.
6 Soon, dust settles into day.
7 We are blinded
` by having lived in black.
3 The mountain shall speak in thunder and silence
1 Do not tread
` on poisoned vines, my love.
2 Tightropes are spread between us
` to keep our ways from loss.
3 We shall walk into the desert
` and find ourselves far beneath
` the thinning clouds that signal the end of summer,
4 if only to harden you with strife.
5 We are forged in the valleys
` and hilltops,
` with the blood of the earth
` where my brothers lie wait to mislead your sisters.
6 Then, come into the garden
` away from the rocks,
7 where stone is set smooth in clear springs
` and do not harm the soles where you stand.
4 The failure of pillars
1 Beloved, would you
` slay the Behemoth and the Leviathan
` after they devour the last of my breath
2 then bid me to harvest
` wild fruits and fresh dew in high noon ?
3 Tainted we are, in these picture perfect photographs
` hung low on walls and ceilings,
4 splayed on the ground
` for the affectations of our kin.
5 You have branded me
` by a kindling of passion,
6 and a desolation
` that hesitates to hear
7 your echo hidden
` across the empty constellations.
5 The rock was struck twice.
1 Fair one, be not afraid
` to walk dirtied amid the maidens,
` the comely, the lithe,
2 and I will attest among their daughters
` the spirited, sensuous
` strings of flesh bury themselves
3 with the guise that do favour princes and kings,
4 bow to a crown of white petals
` and rose oil that emerge from the harvest sun.
5 We will see the light as newborns
` no longer abandoned in wild places.
6 We will not forage on dry twigs
` hanging from cracks
` of concrete slabs and brick walls.
7 So do I enter the garden,
` anointed by your springs.