Wide-open
Moons that bring cold
To the glowing mouths,
Parted for the gleaming night.
Waiting
For the face that stays
To see patience,
Eager in engulfing silence.
He holds a ring
At the same length
He holds a tooth,
For a bird upon wings,
As exchange for the sum.
Closed-in
Suns, with rest
Upon the glaciers.
Mounted rocks,
Gold that sways, in flame,
Sequence of days,
Desertion of night,
Stilled life upon waiting hours.
She holds her cross,
Rosery to a neck
With no kisses
To make the mark,
Same as that upon her heart.
Merry walk-off
To faded moonlight
Where disease is the embrace,
As love grows the great monument.
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