After the Irish of Aodhgan O’Rathaille
She was in the brightening sea and in
clearbrightness – something changed.
Following, I entered the substance.
It felt valuable like diamond or blood.
She moved in, under, through, glistening
and dividing, droplets like dew on her arms
and shoulders, crystalline tears on her cheeks.
It was blueness and nothing, different
from the way darkness is nothing.
I held her in my cupped hands,
and when I opened myself, thrusting
upwards, parting the prison of my hands
so that she was above me, clearbrightness
in the air, she spread like a smile,
glamoured and glimmering,
forever falling away from me.
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