After Paul Valéry
You are not the clutch of silence,
placed gently against the blessed,
as towards a knowledge that sleep
is the patina mooting its practices.
Nor clear with sacraments’ shade,
that are soft but like unrestricting!
Good in everything I can divine
comes to me at bases like these.
If, in what manners you’ve tread,
you are prepared for some relief,
as at home in my own beliefs
the fare of which our kissing is,
do not hastily tender this act,
delicate in what it is, not to be;
because I have you attended so,
my heart moves under your feet.
From: http://www.nakedpunch.com/articles/92
Date: 2010
By: Michael Kindellan (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 