Sanctify I release the clasp of your belt and pull you in close, mouth on mouth we fumble until our layers fall in a heap to the ground. I see you and you see me, with nothing in between. In orbit and not distracted by gravity, without the pull of the moon or our mothers, we are not looking back at the earth only at each other. In heaven there is no tongue so limited as English, so lucid it doesn’t entangle, words don’t form and diminish. The ancient, visceral language trembles our lips as our bodies surrender to profound silence. The divine tumbles away in a last kiss as our interlocked fingers release the thump of the neighbour’s fist on a common wall crashes us back to earth, ill-equipped as we are with nakedness and truth, when the world demands armour and wit. The word buckle forms on my lips as I dress. Glorious, silver buckle. The pungent sting of curry wafts up from the flat below, the family will leave some at our door and we, in turn, will offer luscious, bleeding strawberries from our garden.