You came in dark black clothing and then you

You came in dark black clothing and then you
loved me like I had not loved. The lace
and linen of your raiment in the bayou
saturated by the water. Love, your grace
is a mystery that fills the broad space
between these syllables, is the spectrum
of light that's bent and mixed. I've placed
my fingers on your skin, the peach and plum
of your flesh disclosed. Behind the stadium
where flowers grow, I whispered about going
into the dim cathedral. You're the medium
that everything's expressed in. I am doing
more now to keep you than before, the order
of the stars inspires me to try harder.