Fox Bite Poem by Christopher Hopkins

Deep in the rusting heart,
valves tire of the oxide wash.
Lung and limbs struggle on,
but they have no chance.
You, are a hammer to my life.
Years and years
and lands between us,
still you attack.
By a look,
By a toss of hair,
by a single smile spread for me.
Once,
such seraphim grace.
But now even God daren't show
the angels,
what sin promises with your gentle perfections.
Pulled from the shores
by the drowning moon,
with no architecture to my silent living.
Face held down,
by the hands of happiness.
The fox bite,
from love's fanged lips.
I bled too slow
to make the cuts worthwhile.