He builds her a new earth
Out of words.

The tight ledge of her widow’s bed
Grows with them, finds space for
The body of him: boyish,

Handsome. It doesn’t feel like
Transgression; if the servants question it
They do not dare speak.

He speaks and lets his words
Fall somewhere between the spirit and
The skin. The sin,

If there is a sin, is only the necessity
Of living - her body ecstatic
With the weight of it. He rewrites her with promises.