Like little Fish following Whales Ravished through Her hair. I bind Our Souls with chimes of hells Bells. The Space between us fills with Water In which I Baptise new-found Gloom Of neverlasting Binds. I bother The sacred Silence of Her doom. And I daresay She is Intact. How calm Her wounds Fester and Swell. Under the Scarlet colour. I Act As if Her Eyes locked in a Shell.