. Because she could not see— Song in flower, light in lovers abed, Dream unfolding as we touched, Because her great beauty was gifted It was unfelt, undeserved, shunned, Making her even more irresistible.
Because I could not hold on to self, Beside such dream, lost to my hands As prints clutched into the ruin dark Of her indifference, I made peace With subjugation and humilities riven Out of soul and flesh and hollow being.
Because we were unknowing, each A foil unto ourselves as we cried— This then was daymare riding in sun, Twin delusions in oft reign of blood, O what stories we both shall die to tell, How the itch of desire scratches bare Whole psyche as it writhes in a shell. .