She has eyes of snow-grey sea words
Riding rags and tatters with their dogs
Along small-coal ash urns where the homunculi hide
Gypsy-hatted doorbolts spring open of their own free will
And draugr rattle silver in the wind
Over barrel-headed tombstones
It is a mountain touch
A green bird
And caramel dissolve of ice
This island lip print
This cascade
A hydraulic face
The forbidding mechanism
The soft craving is unthawed,
It bristles with coals and spikes,
Lava not yet liquified
Split-tongued landslip of leaves fossilising
Snapshot dinosaur embrace
Of whiplash tailbones in soft clay
The sleet of hands that are held softly
While the dovecote baboon
Binds your ducks with wire and straw
Embracing each disassembled body part in turn
Holding the lost numerology of rainfall
Feet wash up like fireworks fallen from the trees
Hares run like tears down valley floors
And every laugh I have ever seen
Slips wet across this table
As bog body fingers lace in blue-flamed peat warmth
And the kiss is a ritual ringed with teeth
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