Slow soul-serving silence
Fleeting noise
A cold defiance
Stuck with words
I cannot speak
Hand so gentle
touch my cheek
*
Serving self denial
so close to heaven
so much like hell
The serpent twists
round the holy grail
Slow ring-a-rosie
and from grace I fell
*
From the cup
she takes a sip
Approaches close
licks my lip.