Recognition

Be still under my hand which hears your heart;

Be still, in this moment, for desire is dead;

If ever; it is now you will understand

Communion, when the flesh is comforted

By touch - tender as dust which lies on dust.

Love has no part in our embrace, nor lust;

For in this moment we have passed beyond

The humanness of both; we are the earth

Made known of her own loveliness, and loath

To leave the blood and be oblivioned.