Carol Ann Duffy


A soft ounce of your breath
in my cupped palm.
The gold weight of your head
on my numb arm.

Your heart’s warm ruby
set in your breast.
The art of your hands,
the slim turquoise veins under your wrists.

Your mouth, the sweet, chrism blessing
of its kiss,
the full measure of bliss pressed
to my lips.

Your fine hair, run through my fingers,
Your silver smile, your jackpot laugh,
bright gifts.

Sighted amber, the 1001 nights
of your eyes.
Even the sparkling fool’s gold
of your lies.