She whispers his name
to the night
and her voice trickles down
to him.
Across the moon
a skin
crumbles patch by patch
as they watch.
Water, water.
Who knows when
these two will blend
again?
*
Rachel McAlpine
Lancelot
Enter Sir Lancelot
Although it’s true
that golden gleams
surround him
and true that every tree
blossoms with a crash
as he goes by
it is a silent seeking
in his eyes that draws her.
She unzips.
A bird coughs.
It rains from a sky of blue.
And a queen wants a love that is pure.
*
Rachel McAlpine
