"Drunken on Faith"

two verona pieces
one red
one black
measure a board
of opal-flamed squares,
wax the new rules
weaved in saltire moans
and
utter thin words
sharpened in
gasps.

too young for dreams
and too old for play
they push away the sun
after kissing his lips.

radiant hands,
one loose
one searching,
the perfect poles
of a tender sweat
rush to imbibe
breath-sipped wine.

drunken on faith,
the canon of Blood,
they rush to
unite
spirit and
love,
and delay
the cleaving
of
eye from eye


T. Wahl - 2010