One wore the trousers And went about singing, Fearful of leaving… Without; first drinking… One wore black hose Miniskirts, barefooted: Without; thinking or caring…
Your eye is a stationary set stone If it were a press it would Squeeze marrow from the bone If it were a wing it would Plummet from its heavenly thrown If it were the ocean it would
The tide is out... far beyond sight There’s little lord here in view... Fatigue hangs bejewelled. Heavily webbed our finite! Silence hovers here whereto...
“You’d ask me to change, ha! But what would I change to Haven’t I already given—over to you? Would you have me an opaque jewel? Would you irradiate a clear diamond?
Joyous moonlight I’m no broken sunlight I’m no burden to thee I‘ll happily shine when love is bright And there’s only blood on your shoes I’ll run through the grass and swathe a path
