IN A CHURCH IN MADRID 

Sadness 

Will you go and listen 

To the cobblestones

To her voice

In the sandalwood

Drifting freely

Seasons moving 

In the sawdust floors

That remind me of you

And love, will you go and find her face

A room with a view

The elated silence 

Of a childhood

That holds you

Where I blamed God for

Daylight

As I stood there

And felt the blood of the holy water 

And the air

Of a spectacular minuet

In a church in Madrid 

The linen screaming in its silence 

A rose so sweetly

Kissing marble floors

Colliding in a secret fire that hides in candles

She washes love

In a lonely water 

In the passion of the streets

Her painted hands

I remember you

As you lay in the pink swaying winds

Of Saint-Martin-d’Ablois

Flesh to flesh 

Sonnet to sonnet

A human sea

A human sea

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