Poem: "One week and Eight days"

One week and Eight days


She taught me new sounds and new sighs
Heavy, with the alien of fear,
But she slew -
The God of anticipation
And his wife,
The Goddess, Taboo

For fifteen days we were,
On that bridge that was a pier -
Nervous, at the coming of the moon,
And we stood, if only for no reason,
But that reason
To keep serpents
From
Our
Room

She gave me brave signs, engraved skin
Catered, for new mazes of my mind,
And she shamed -
The angels of romance
And their kin,
The disciples of pain

Those fifteen nights we slept,
On grass that wasn’t fields -
Anxious for a stalling of the sun,
Although we were
There for but a season,
Well that season
And our two hearts
Were
As
One

© Jules Willocks