Sacristy cloth, moth-eaten shroud.
Secret silence, sacred secrets
Accumulate dust, aggravate the eye.
Incautious laughter after confession.
Benediction, fictional fear.
Hidden faces...Grace is a name,
Like Chastity, like Lucifer, like mine.
You took me through the window-stain,
Drowned in image, incense,
Choir-refrain and slow ecstasy.
I'd embrace you if I only knew your name.
The silent corner haunts my shadow prayers.
Ice-cold statue, rapture divine,
Unconscious eyes, the open mouth,
The wound of love,
The Lie.
You took me, gave me reasons for
Saints and missals, vigils,
All the more holy martyrs.
I'd embrace you and walk through
The one-way door.
I'd embrace you, but it would be
Just another lie.
