Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

What is the distance

between us, you said

when we slept naked

but barely touched;

the quilt thrown back,

streaks of moth-dust

across your breast.

That night I dreamt

you brushed against

the trees of the yew-walk;

the strange fine pollen dust

shook out,

sifted most eerily

inside your dress.

I do not know

why its green-gold

so long unloosed

kindled your nakedness –

or why I woke to kiss

the estranging dust

the single flesh.