Was he then Adam of the Burning Way?
hid away in the heat like wrath
conceald in Loves face,
or the seed, Eris in Eros,
key and lock
of what I was? I could not speak
the releasing
word. For into a dark
matter he came
and askt me to say what
I could not say. I ..
All the flame in me stopt
against my tongue.
My heart was a stone, a dumb
unmanageable thing in me,
a darkness that stood athwart
his need
for the enlightening, the
I love you that has
only this one quick in time,
this one start
when its moment is true.
Such is the sickness of many a good thing
that now into my life from long ago this
refusing to say I love you has bound
the weeping, the yielding, the
yearning to be taken again,
into a knot, a waiting, a string
so taut it taunts the song,
it resists the touch. It grows dark
to draw down the lovers hand
from its lightness to whats
underground.
