I have taken you as far as I can...

Claws silvered to her crumbled bone

exchanged a brieved love with blood,

slicked raw wound with honeyed tone;

Ride on my beast, through poisoned wood

‘till light may cleanse all harm and hone

your sense of all that’s true and good,

your bed, astringent herbs fair grown,

placed where glacial flood bore stone,

to prop tumbled life, rich glade of loam

where blooms the best of us,

moved by ancient water.