White Sunday 87: trouveur

hiding behind shutters
crying in the gutters
the lone trouveur sings soft,
lofty, alone and true

lovers fading to time
and the elevation
of new, purer muses
to their proper places

faces, traces of touch
clarified when uttered
in the pure speak of love;
desire, fire and faith

courtesan and priestess
his lover swears her heart
in this consecration
he is reborn to life

fairer than the selkies
sweeter than ambrosia
her kisses bind him here
to sing of her alone

moments into hours
hours into the days
that mark and make the years
confessed and blessed, the test

immortality tastes
like her kiss, her lips ripe
and her body a vessel
for her earnest passion

the words flow like flowers
in a spring sacrament
thrown into the river
to flow beyond these lands

imagination served
in distant lands as songs
commit to memory
and she is eternal

hiding behind shutters
crying in the gutters
the lone trouveur sings soft,
lofty, alone and true


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