Love and the Body
and all there is, is love and the body,
nothing to give but this moment,
and this moment and this moment,
and all there has ever been is you and I
so easily lost in the feelings, the reaching,
and all there is, is love and the body.
All these faces and you and I
the space between, like the morning light,
and this moment, and this moment.
Surrounded by your sound, as if bees
were swarming, or a distant voice calling your name,
and all there is, is love and the body.
Our bodies, our trees of life.
The fruit of ourselves, giving and self-giving,
and this moment and this moment.
You are an unanswered question.
All there is, is love and the body.
Action of blood, character, skin, muscle, thought,
and this moment and this moment.
(from Full Blood)
John Siddique is the author of six books the most recent of which is Full Blood (Salt, 2011). His work has featured in many places, including Granta, The Guardian, Poetry Review and BBC Radio4. The Spectator refers to him as ‘A stellar British poet’. He is the Honorary Creative Writing Fellow at Leicester University.
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