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Joy Berry
When you and I were there and all the world
was a joy.. a berry crushed between our lips-
your breast - lifting arms stretched to the night
dark wings of hair over your eyes
and upon us the lovely lassitude of love.
With fingers fast-joined we held the universe in..
laughing high and free, swimming in the dark-
winter brisk and warm upon our quicksilver tongues...
wild in the days of our needing-
wanton . . . the dark rush of life in us
hectic in the plunging of our blood.
And you and I were there.. and all the world.
Now you are gone .. the joy berry of the world.
Attainment now, a hard thing held in the palm
gone.. the brilliant foolish talk.. the singing vein
surging to its final and frantic victory.
Love now is a clean - cut conception.. a logical aftermath;
solid.. and as stoic as a bad dream in a fleeting moment-
passion now.. a covenant.. an indulgence, a sophisticated exercise.
You are here still new and yet.. no longer a challenge
nor discovery or ever-changing sky.
The 'you' that was within, is gone and so am I;
and we smile and close our eyes.. and are polite.
There are no new things in our world now
to dare and bedevil us into flights of folly-
...only placid, satisfied faces, snow covered lawns, bookshelves,
monitors, punctual cocktails and skies with nothing in them...
(blue, vast and as empty as those of an idiot.)
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