Sundance and sweet perfume, tapestry of soil and bloom
Oh, dapples play on an earthen loom
Residue 'round nails of pearl lingers from the other world
What once was written now will unfurl
The crown and the dish, the seam of the lips, of petal and stem
Oh, the grand catalyst towards the canvas
A kind of concrete
Born of abstract bone
Of the ancient ache that made the tide
The waves remain though they have dried
As the heaving hips of horizon line
And the breast of the mountain kissing the sky
You are penning the poem, I am reading your face
Severe as a stone and gentle as lace
With lashes like irises lining your eyes
That arc with the weight of the reddening light
The crown and the dish, the seam of the lips, of petal and stem
Oh, the grand catalyst
So the evening gathered the quiet around
If words were exchanged, they did not make a sound
Ah, the humming of bones was music enough
And time was our language, spoken through touch
The crown and the dish, the seam of the lips, of petal and stem
Oh, the grand catalyst towards the canvas
In the garden of sand
Communion is at hand
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