I’ve always been a cautious lover,
more justice than fortune, with an eye to the scales.
You should know then that I loved you
from the first.
I fought it, but you won.
...refining the dust
to sugar-webs, and latticework
laid over white marble.
...Gothic tracework
springs forth from steel bars, the perfect child
of old and new, structure and aesthetics.
...pouring color into your marble face, and
wondering what it is you inhale.