A poet grows older
Than any lover
We ride
In an imagined carriage
Brings it
Where only magic
Can make us understand
Where two poets share love
Through the mind
And in their only tryst
Potions are devilled
With the taste of skin
Truth is our only language
The tongue
Is never tamed to lie
We cannot play God --
Each one claiming
To be the only one
To hold the light --
We read thoughts
Black or white
Before they are spoken
The eyes still a window
To the blueness of soul
Cannot be dimmed like lamps
Nor told to shroud
The burthen running
In our blood
For every half-moon
That is tinted
We sweeten a grain of sand
For all the grooms
Who hold back bitterness
We cry the sting in their eyes --
We can feel
What people do not show
We have been warned
The enchantment stays
The way a song
Brings you back the flavor
Of leaving
