You sit in the cathedral of my longing,
alone. You are unbothered by the graces of stars,
the understated twilight
and the romance of the sun and the earth.
In a room full of colour and stone,
candles poison the dark.
We raise a glass of forbidden wine
to a hidden god.
We are not polite.
Hidden handholds in places I've tried,
this is a sacrilegious crime
against the wall.
I move in here as I move within
a place of less permanence.
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