And I believe in love holding me with tender invisible struts, taught across a wide high bed

And some stones sit rotting at the centre of a fruit, no matter how sweet the flesh

And some times pass with magpies’ broken glass

And be grateful for the hair on your legs, which grew with no encouragement,

And which you need only water and feed

And for the skin that holds you apart

And for the voice that tells birds how I fly

And for knowing burial in the earth of your beard

And for river tears that only God heard by

And for blisters that listened so hissing jealousy knew no audience

And for the hundred and six times I wanted to love you

And held my breath for two too long

And have now asphyxiated.

And I was just trying to prove myself

And I am so happy I know I am left behind

And I am so happy to be free of your chest

And even though our paths

And I’ll pray for you, dear moonlight

And they’ll build a bridge for the goblin

And I am so happy I know I am left behind

And I am so happy to be free of your chest

And even though our hearts

And even though I’ll pray for you, dear moonlight

And they’ll build a bridge for the goblin

And the stallion, tired from cross-winds that silence his brothers, lay easy in her blessed field, with your own kind.

And the bird listens

And I’ll pray for you, sings the bird

And you’ll pray for yourself, sings the bird

And I’ll pray for you, sings the bird

And you’ll pray for yourself, sings the goblin.