It was like the sweep of land seen from ships
Coursing the misted bay and calling through the night
Like safety all at once spilling from our lips
And carrying us ashore, beaten by light
And salt bitten tides; the murmured orisons
Of promises. Whispered and held in hand.
Forbidding and tempting purple as damsons
Encrypting love to coded lore to hold
And ever have. Sold as pomegranate seeds
And pink jewelled life until death splits even bold
Stateless minds beyond and all knowledge bleeds
And prowls to devour this harboured hold,
This plaited harvest ring; this wedded band.
This new love that wraps us whole. This new land.
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