and I kissed the leaves
traipsing wanton
loosing something into the night

when your storied words
curled my ear
turn my mind to knowing fright

I left my own understanding of love
in an overgrowth of
thorny lusts and
wiles
and in moonlight
rediscovered
healing at your voice

forever not
to be another
wanton traipsing
***** dreamer
but a man
to count his fingers in the dark