(b. 1925)
The Glass
Your body tolls the hour,
The hands spin round and round.
Your face, the focus of light,
Will burn me to the ground.
Losing ourselves in Love
Beneath this counterpane,
Unwinding from its womb
To the all-consuming now,
All day today I die,
I die eternally,
Losing myself in joy.
By one touch you put out time.
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