Architect of Derelict Heart

We were building ruins
In cities yet to be named
nailing carpet to old floorboards

Once upon a rhyme
I said this is all make-believe
she thought I whispered maple leaves
and it was not only the trees
which were naked

We never needed any valentine or roses
just your breath upon my neck.
did Jesus ever kiss  the skin
above your breast?

Memories of adolescence
when words from Samantha and Pamela
were just an invite to an engagement ring.
Third finger, left hand
was always a wound

Mi fyddwnym yma tan Ddydd y Farn
pulpit of our pupils
are tears of churches
steepling love above life.
Death is the duchess of every monarchy

Tell me your final dream
Sunrise spread over snow
and we can close our eyes, together