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You come like steam
When the sun weaves
The sky into girders.

Unpacking like china,
We touch into waiting silence:
A warm black sound
That cheats the sun.

Note: Probably my favourite out of everything I've ever written. I performed this on a poetry tape my writing group did (called "Hacksaw Poetry"), though I didn't perform it with a loud hailer - I just shouted it through a cardboard tube.