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WHEN WE WERE LOVERS



You and I have secret meetings with the moss at night

After the rubrical sunset, we followed the mice tracks

To the moon.  The hemlock cried out for them to return.



Even in our cemetery trysts in the springtime night, we

Felt the grass growing around the cold stone slabs; for

You and I knew of the enlivening dawn of forever love.



The mist bogs enjoined us as lively golems of good cheer,

And the Pleiades sent down a rope for us to climb to heaven;

When we were lovers the raven and kraken seemed lighter.



Your body was encoded in my eidetic memory; even now

Among the hemlocks alone I see the mice returning for us;

All of space seems to remember when we were lovers.



We locked into the circadian rhythms of eternity and our

Note was included in the diatonic scale of celestial music;

And we became part of a never ending story for madrigals.



I know you were in love with these springtides, remembering

When the sea yielded her sea bushes and crabs greeted us; the

Shoats behind the hollyhocks waited for the mice to return.