WHEN IT WAS day they came into my house and said, 'We shall only take the smallest room here.'
They said, 'We shall help you in the worship of your God and humbly accept only our own share of his grace'; and then they took their seat in a corner and they sat quiet and meek.
But in the darkness of night I find they break into my sacred shrine, strong and turbulent, and snatch with unholy greed the offerings from God's altar.

YOUR FUTTING love lightly brushed with its wings
my sun-flower
and never asked if it was ready to surrender its honey.

THE WORLD puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.