Afterlove

How could I have forgotten
the sickness, 
the inescapability.
My strange love,
it frightens my life. 
We sail high seas 
and watch the voyages of stars. 
 
Sometimes they collide.
Did you know, you make my head flame.
Blue flames and purple flames leap about my head.
I had once a thousand tongues,
but tonight,
my head is crashing through the sky,
my head is flaming on a dish.
 
My love,
carry it in carefully,
My love,
carry it in with trumpets.
 
by Moya Cannon

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