Love not the empress curve of your cheek, The many-storied, empty ziggurat of belief, The man-handled, baked brick built so high, Your grotty thighs are pasted with all your lovers, Your lacquered heart is glazed by luminous grief, Head-bearer of broken vases as your crown, Filled with dry dust from liquid stars.
you, and me, we are, unified souls, simply, united, an unbreakable set, underway, sailing, like ship and sea, this two-way street, you, and me, we are, us. [one].
After twenty-one years I have finally learned That my heart Does not have to be left as a gift On the doorstep of another And I can leave that special gift At my own front door