Metal Corset

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the metal corset that you gave me

arrived in my mind by days

it was not in words spoken

but in a spindle in time

early october it was having a way to hold me upand when the need was over

a bitter cup

coil of sound sat metal upon me, as sacrifice

by the day that you prayed

your metal circuits had out

the better days by fears

underneath such metallic armor

it might harness me to words or the night

holds straightly an uncertain cargo

that you tried to set aright

and metal for trying might make me

more aware of the ways and the seems

the awning crucible reflexion

and hunger lassoed in dreams

where came you three nights ago to tell me

with your eyes of fatigue and of pain

and so it was in our meetingyou kissed my brow

and said have no hope

of course not

but then sat clearly in sound

the music of metal making

might sing me a better way to pray.

so softly the corridor to you

is a corridor of your no.

of mine and of yours and our loves silent

goodbyes of no hope

so said you be writing and have not yet

so besieged yay by grief

or happily in innocence forgotten

sweetly into the sea



and were what i worry it spoken

of danger of oft ill-repute

that love were a perilous antwort

for we who mangle the truth

then in shiva’s destructionmight lie ganesh in metal gemacht

and show i up there to your waking

with hands of brass unfurled

whether you can have what i’m saying

that i’d be your armistice time

its not worth a yes or a no yet

the way you said please come with me.

so furtive and coy was your making, so lovely as love

sat in threes

you know that i’ll see you in metal

and your love were a gaudy affair

on marble i will splay my heart

in the silver corset of dread

with brass on my hands and gold in my hair

supported with that which you said

so ready to fall if you’d catch me, so ready to fall

i’d not get up

for i see a difference makingin your brusque arms

that let you whisper this i

so sweetly

into the red of your beards

would you teach me the music of language

and then let me back to sea?

but sadly i know the answer is nought and nought and nought

and if the sorrow i see there were fraught

by joy

then thickets of thorns not the grey doom of my making, when i have the doom clearly seen

and then what if we were friends still, and your grace gave one second to me

and in your grace sweetly i felt

an appreciation of heart and of eyes

then all the metal of my making might surround thee

and better conjure the laughing mind



but ne’er it was noticed the silence, the fear, the sobriety and dread, what with went all of the

courage and all of the things you said

let noticed it be in some corner

the way i will tremble with dread

across the cold atlantic

to have my eyes on your head

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