Spilling

Spilling

My friendship and my desire met
On a narrow path of one dawn's rising
Neither would let the other pass
Without a chance at bliss a kiss

A white breasted bird on a flint wall
The white ferry ghosting out to sea
Light spilled into and out of our embrace
Whatever we might say in our confusions

The truth is you will always have
Some part of me there with you
Delicate flames of incandescent purple
A corona of knowledge of you
To burn away any doubt