On Beacon Hill
Laurie Lee
Now as we lie beneath the sky,
Prone and knotted, you and I,
Visible at last we are
To each nebula and star.
Here as we kiss, the bloodless moon
Stirs to our rustling breath; Saturn
Leans us a heavy-lidded glance
And knows us for his revenants.
Arching, our bodies gather light
From suns long lost to human sight,
Our lips contain a dust of heat
drawn from the burnt-out infinite.
The speechless conflict of our hands
Ruffles the red Mars' desert sands
While coupled in our doubled eyes
Jupiter dishevelled lies.
Now as we loose the knots of love,
Earth at our back and sky above,
Visible at last we gather
All that is, except each other.
