Beyond

by Nicholas Fair

Yawning mouths of hyacinth;
Swollen plumbs in wine —
The wind a rushing cadence
spilt out across the night.

For her, the salted hearth does crackle
and pleasure is crowned with time —
All join the silver threaded moon
in singing her delights!

She too has heard the herald cry
in warmth and drink and song;
We share the cultured nurseries
of love beyond all wrongs.

This is a selection from the chapbook Flesh Child Turn To Mist.

Nicholas Fair is a poet and musician.

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