Place me,
a stone nymph...

You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue...

(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...

They questioned my sanity
for I feared not...

''Sometimes we wish things were different. Some...
This age is graceless, Sir...

''It's not the ghosts of the dead that hunt places...

You once told me that my heart
will, in time, ripen and redden, too...

Sometimes I wish my heart
would grow white columns and...

For centuries
they've trapped you...

If I flatten my lips,
in prayer...

We were 5 and 7
when mornings tasted...

When our feeling were still verdurous
I learnt how to ideate you as my muse...