Destroyed for all but you

in your pink silence

and quietly folding hands,

fixed by you as if I am a thought

from your sweet nerve.

Under bridges

and along despairing roads,

I wail in the water of life,

fall through the harpsichord

of all the little ways you were created.

Deep in the silks of your pondering

you seize me from a distance,

my barely modern body

in these ancient shoes

yours cleft for the taking

in my missile ways,

in the corners and lilac shadows

where we are breaking

in a dogged dream

in the hollows of unspent spaces

from the light of your mischievous chin

from the toil of the ocean

this desire was bound up for you,

exclusive as the molecules that matter wears,

one woman, one heaven's inlet,

one particle crowned.