earlier than love, that faithful lilt
east of roses
in perturbed darkness
missing the everlasting circumstance
craving still, again
for that exploratory tilt
vainly would i fly into your coronary heart

afire, burning
ate up, expended
love isn’t always an ending
nor does it quit
easily: turns into pith
will become seed and begins
wanting, kneading

the lengthy climb out of loneliness
in desire, in anguish
in silly expectation
no two are joined besides in painful mastering
every worried lesion closed for restoration