I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist. Keats
the soft pores of a face,
the slow sheath of an age,
from you to me, from me to me;
I once believed I could escaped time.
Life’s passage leaves a ravished face--
once a face of smoky tears,
a face of blue steel, an extinguishable face,
a face from the ocean’s bottom surfacing--
a face seeking life, a life finding soul.
Each emerging crease, a layered minute,
a shapeless destiny,
a captured experience flooded with
a rapture of a drawn presence.
Each time she was
touched, she was consumed, she was freed--
delicately, tenderly, knowingly
her face overwhelms the facade
of her silenced love. An absolute life
deepens the home of a ravished face from above.