A spindle staircase, wire ribcage
Hues darker, darker
Find forcible sunlight
Twisted behind the glass
And I'll remember your eyes
Lost between wantings
Fingers tracing edges of maps
Unseen in shattered light
Strewn across the memory
Of your lovely bride

Behind the blue gate you stand wanting

Fateful, darling
You stand wanting
While I, with outstretching fingertips,
Enclose my heart around your bones
And squeeze the love from your veins.