Sweet-breathed dictator of my oaths
Living sepulcher of my quietness
Parlor of autumn Nocturne of ecstasy
Clear Obsolescent Root of air
You who deny me the breath me so much as a ray of hope
I love you
For the bitter crumb the vein of darkness
The iron of the womb
The livid stone that in unhoped agony [Verse]
You breathe in advance of my heart
A myth of water
A lament of mine
A rash Initiation
A vigil conflagration
Man at the mercy of your arms swear
Not to live but to brace my fate with yours
Not to die before I have relieved you of your last word
I love you and the death knell celebrates my faith
In the darkness of God I am not where I think not where you are
And the iguanas will descend from the trees
And I will wallow at the rank feet of love
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