Kissing the ground with a flat-lipped sigh?
Only that life is appalling, appalling,
Shoving its shoulder between you and I.
The dark of the night is appealing, appealing,Soothing the fatal flaw which grew,
The incomprehension revealing, revealing,
The gap like a death between me and you.
The leaves like ashes descending, descending,Glint in the damp of the bleak-faced sky:
Wet-headed I wander, pretending, pretending,
That love still chuckles between you and I.
====================© October 1983