Words fail me.Hair like brown twisted wild reedsThat grow in pure wide lonely placesTo shimmer in the summer sun, the heart's heat.Your bones, your skin are white rock --Marble, alabaster, pearl, such small namesFor an archetype incarnate.Teach sculptors, painters, doctors, architects,To know proportion, balance, and perfection.I can feel, I would feelThe warmth of your chin on the back of my hand,The faintest abrasion against the skin on the tips of my fingersAs I brush by your lip, lingering;I can smell your scent, your salt, the heat of your hair,I taste your eyelids ();Words fail me.Grey sapphires look back at me, and I am a brown twisted wild reed.The shape of your shoulder, the pulse of your chest,Ideal and actual, beauty ().The gentle skin where the lips shut suckingAt an image of life, twining sighs of life that moves with the passion of dying,Bronze belly, lips and hands traverse muscle, muscle, muscleObediently; rejoice ();Hips sliding on their stone unbreakable frame, words fail me,Smooth hairs and sinews, strong, beautiful;Your strength is hereYour strength that is weakness, the strength that sums us upIn a concrete passionate act, heat to heat,Exposing our innermost desires, the wand that lifts the veil of our mystery.Your sex erect, yearning, daring,Wishing and fearing to be knownFor to be known in nakedness is to be loved or hatedAnd to be wounded in this fleshly head is to be wounded in the heart of the spirit.Grey sapphires look back at me, and you are a brown twisted wild reed.I would pour out my love, my adoration of the image of God, butWords fail me;I bury my head in you, bury your head in me,Your strength is worthy, your beauty is holy,I would say with every touch taste smell and look.I receive your weakness into me because you are strong,I take your strength into me because you are need.Nothing suffices. I see no other wayWorthily to worship your beauty, I cannot refrainFrom wishing to possess feel sleep beside you within you around youMasculine maculate immaculate glory,Archetype incarnate.Jesus Christ.What have we done? What have I done?He looks just like You.They all do.