Beloved (For Priya)

We will:

chase death robots on trains
with grass railroad tracks
through victorian alleys.

walk down the steps of Lourdes
inside the Pyrenean foothills
to the cliff we fell over
once before.

fall asleep to the sublime melody
on the banks of the Grotto.



The Virgin Mary smiles
when she sees the way
we hold hands, because
our pointless conversations
and aimless kisses

make the best clichés.