On the Marble by John Swain

We lay our palms
on the marble

behind the candle
illuminating the moon stairs,
incense smoke
gates the door
like aloes seal
the sheer nightgown to your body,
we pour oil
from a horn
onto lowering torches,
the night follows
the stone hallway
like a luna moth,
you whiten the rain
on our graveclothes,
and we rise as the chandelier fires
become a unified flame.

John Swain lives in Le Perreux-sur-Marne, France. His most recent chapbook, The Daymark, was published by the Origami Poems Project.