this face, these hands. I’ve lived too long underground.
My eyes cannot fix on the distance

How easily I teased these pins from her
robes once. Coaxing each one out with my mouth,

Bewildered, he looks at her. She moves closer,
touches his cheek, whispers, what’s lost is ours,

I could laugh, but instead a kind of pity
finds me, compels me actually to pray,