There is no past here,
only a constant ‘ever’
and only and an eternal present.
They are cemented in blood and blood
The masculine sword wielding
Struck in the blurring of bloods.
She was born and lives outside
of history’s thin vein.
In her own private universe of a sticky
past caught among the olive oiled redeeming light.
The artist understands
the city paths, in their red bloodied rich lives.
Only the pauper or poet can see through.
Here, some two vast covenants
are married under one roof
of the Copernican sky.
They are now drowned in youth’s desire
for beauty, and in beauties desire.
This consumes all.
The primary element, is as life starts;
is seeking the first fruit before the sunset.