The cemetery of St Bridget / by darkness covered

word-sheaths to widen word-wombs to deepen

ejaculating into


The lover doesn't know why or whither but is thanking for the grass he gets
a museum of earthy learning

a museum of earthy learning could fill the body with black trance
hot rhythms could make him heave earthy out of the flagstone
his yellow catkins could rain cling could green clusters along his holy street


He was in her abyss in her warming life-giving essence
so mild at a distance so annihilating near by
the wrinkles of her eyelids made up with the colour of an excited sheath opening

the lover's burden there to slake her thirst

ringing words in his hands
ringing words around the chapel shaped like a bird

shovels full of words

wordquakes

distant word tremors

Mikael Ejdemyr

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-darkness-covered-a-bartender-s-good-night-part-12/