On Beacon Hill

Now as we lie beneath the sky,

Prone and knotted, you and I,

Visible at last we are

To each nebula and star.

Here as we kiss, the bloodless moon

Stirs to our rustling breath; Saturn

Leans us a heavy-lidded glance

And knows us for his revenants.

Arching, our bodies gather light

From suns long lost to human sight,

Our lips contain a dust of heat

Drawn from the burnt-out infinite.

The speechless conflict of our hands

Ruffles the red Mars’ desert sands

While coupled in our doubled eyes

Jupiter dishevelled lies.

Now as we loose the knots of love,

Earth at our back and sky above,

Visible at last we gather

All that is, except each other.