Sacristy cloth / moth-eaten shroud.
Secret silence / sacred secrets
accumulate dust, aggravate the eye.

Incautious laughter after confession.
Benediction ------- fictional fear
Hidden faces ... Grace is a name,
like Chastity, like Lucifer, like mine.

You took me through the window-stain,
drowned in image, inscence, choir-refrain
and slow ecstasy ------
I'd embrace you if I only knew your name....

The silent corner haunts my shadow prayers :
ice-cold statue -- rapture divine,
                   unconscious eyes,
                   the open mouth,
                   the wound of love,
                   the Lie.

You took me, gave me reasons for
saints and missals, vigils, all the more
holy martyrs -----
I'd embrace you and walk through
                  the one-way door...
I'd embrace you, but it would be
              just another lie ----------

( * which is to say that the statue is the inspiration, but not the Lie