LOVE’S PROMISE There is a fish in the sky with shining scales and a head of grey hair, hung black with snakes. My bosom is a room where two lovers meet. My knees are dog-nosed, like a true maiden. Red-berried and holy, my thighs are clean, new-lashed and alive with sinews of rain. Though barren as yet, without peas and cods, something within me is ploughing a fallow. Under my heart sleeps a mouldiwarp and the red dead-nettle is between my eyes. White snowdrops crowd my open lips and hazel catkins hang from my paps. From screffs of skin a little wren peeps out. Blackbirds’ wings beat in my lungs. A lark leaps twittering from my hair . . . and O, my lover, when you fold me so, I swoon in the bliss of your embrace with breast-soft robins on my burning cheeks!