For Us All the Sepulchers Hush

The fragile saffron of our mingled breath

Is a fibrous fire etched between our lips

We feel but do not understand our words

We know we whisper but we don’t know

What we say we’re here aren’t we here?

And it’s always here we meet in the middle

Of a vast language not the far shore 
Nor the near shore of discourse but here

Where no one knows us no one sees us

Kiss O we always kiss with open eyes

We lie here thigh to thigh on a mad

Bed of foam and flotsam a wide
And wild sea that keeps us sleepless

Well who isn’t? Love dreams inspite