And I loved – or began to with a passion brutal
and he gave as I
We were not a couple and cheap as others-
but one in the spirit same.
He took and returned as I did – whole.
We met for a tear drop in Eternity’s lament
children of the Revolution
and we’ll part and go each our way
but in the back roads of my mind he’ll stay.
We’ll move – lover to lover but for each the other will
Wild wonder, youth’s strength, child’s weakness-
all my dreams of a freeman like me.
Nor do I possess – for freely we gave one to the other
Truths in a world of falsities –
to be separated by hypocrites.
But though his conscience is not mine it is,
and over the clouds of perfumed dead our waves will meet,
thoughts entwine and bodies weep.
I made no demands he was free – I made no promises – I was free.
To be together …… No it cannot be.