(For John Townsend, May, 2017)
We, two, together, enclosed, paired
see inward.
We know the fire that burns
in places hidden from the outward eye.
We, as one,
have long gathered applewood,
each for the other.
We lie in the coals, we warm each other
with this rose – red fruit.
We, two, together, enclosed, paired
see inward.
We know the fire that burns
in places hidden from the outward eye.
