No touching
Just breathing
and you can hear what I am thinking
and think that I am speaking
when really I am quietly beside you
although we feel like the same being.
No talking
Just listening
to papery skins and their shedding
to all the sins in their confessing
to the day in her undressing
swooning at the moon
And we know the moon knows something
and we waste no moments guessing
as not knowing is a blessing
we will not surrender soon
No rushing
Just touching
pale palms in their caressing
trace a map of what was destined
and the fortunes told by questions
asked before this life
No other
Only us
taking steps that we both trust
through the dark’s cruel possesion
and the briared claws obsession
as we shed each layer clandestine
sacrificing strife
Until
soft shadows
small sighs
angel headed
starry eyed
home is quiet
home is wild
hold my hand
make me smile
There’s no reckoning
Just walking
Until we are sung up by a dawning
And the echoing
of soft steps in the dolmen
standing at the centre of the truth of all
we were born to.
You and I
We are reeled together by
a whole earth revolving
an axis spun beneath the sky
a knowing waiting for all time
for us
to return
to.
Sionnachaí 