For if that which is done away was glorious, much more that which remaineth is glorious

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

La Vita Rinata (I)


In the second her lovely load listed
Through roll and slow sway from left hip to right,
A smile – between breath and breath – she lifted,
It shivered, shattered me into delight.

Sudden, love hatched in the warm golden hay
Of her hair, nestling slew me in her eyes,
Drenched sweet in delight and dread disarray,
A glory has humbled, laid bare all disguise.

Flaring, the Ancient of Days’ instant fire
Burst a flaming phoenix, I its straw pyre,
A second – then two – her face moved away,
The bird has flown: but the bright ashes stay.

The ink blacks this page with desire’s soot
A smile burns my soul from the tip to the root.

L'Ascensione (II)