Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the stre
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of
She came home running

We wear the mask that grins and li
It shades our cheeks and hides our
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subt

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of lonelines
until love leaves its high holy te
and comes into our sight

You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped
Your breast is hot,
Your anger black and cold,

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that
Some people wrap their lies around
And you sit wondering

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.