Why this Romance woven in silent sighs,
This dark electric dream that tears in two
A love, once whole, now lost in shuttered eyes?
Science, mistress of mystery, undo
The sorrow tangled in my own delight!
As the nation went insane
I hid behind outrage;
I gathered logic like kindling;
I laughed and shouted and shook my head;
My heart has grown docile, less inclined
to thrash about, to strain at the leash.
Maybe that’s the way it goes: We come
into the world like lava, we burn and blaze
and flow, and then cool into something solid
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It howls like an angry, hungry wolf,
His throat a desperate match
That won’t ignite, his
Head tilted back toward a sky
Where clouds pass like cars
Steered by drunken birds.
Look at me,
This mess of flesh, of blue eyes,
Of tendons and nerve endings
(No, they are not endings).
Your eyes are a moan drenched and lost in time,
You blink the dawn from dusk and back again
As though the world were yours and I were thine
And none but the poets intoned, “Amen!”
I can only give you
That which I cannot hand you.
Forever giving gifts
Unwrapped by your eager eyes–
There is hardly room nor need
For my hand in yours.
What need have I to say your name, my heart?
When the cruelest hour strikes and I’m awake,
I know you by your brushstrokes—ancient art
you must leave unsigned, lest dreamers forsake