Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly ----

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

how you feel against mine
and how your neck feels around
Around my teeth and the marks I
Inevitably leave you with

And so barely and so tiredly your voice
carries over into mine and I feel like
I am slow-ly dying in a heaven that
doesn’t exist but that does exist

Trembling and stroking and flamily
You hold me until I cannot stand it
Anymore of the eternal back and forth

and forth and back we make our song
that is sincere and true and beautiful
in a lilac of color and wind that
protrudes from our moving muscles

And I being so careful in our breathing
between ourselves making nothing
nothing matter but the nerves chasing
and traveling in again and again in