Songs Inscribed
on an Earthern Vessel
I love you through the daytimes,
in the dark
Through all the long divisions of the night,
those hours
I, spendthrift, waste away alone,
and lie, and turn, awake till whitened dawn.
And with the shape of you I people night,
and thoughts of hot desire grow live withen me.
What magic was it in that voice of yours
To bring such singing vigor to my flesh,
To limbs which now lie listless on my bed without you?
Thus I besheech the darkness:
Where gone, O loving man?
Why gone from her whose love
can pace you, step by step, to your desire?
No loving voice replies.
And I (too well) perceive
how much I am alone.
