Fellmongery

The rooms are full of light we saved
In touching each other all night
Banners of rain wetting the stucco to set it
Watering the lawn after dark to spare it
Bead curtains of rain in the dank courtyards
Beautiful when it doesn't matter

I know where the sun is
In your armpit
Where it goes at night
And whole winter when the world
Crawls in between our fields
And all but flowers sleep.
Here's dark of the flower
Whose parts meet and change
Twice-dust sinks its flint and tinder
Moist joints bump in sleep
Rue and laurel grind and summer my fingers.
Oh, love, the make and keep of me

Kenneth Tindall


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