I don’t know who God is,
but
you will do, my dearest,
for
when our breath was joined
in
a kiss long or short,
there
was spirit, the knowing
beyond
all knowing,
the
fire that illuminates desire,
the
stream that cools the lips,
the
bird speaking in tongues
while
perched on the evening wire.
Your
short dark hair was soft,
as
was your voice, your life,
your
gentle way of holding me
with
your bedroom eyes.
A
cloud sailed over my head
not
very long ago
when
the day was almost lost,
but
I remembered you,
not
for the first time,
and
the moment was saved.
~William Hammett
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