Excerpt
The Lovers
Locked in love as the sky to its mock color
in a frieze of love like beauty in ancient profile
the lovers are a blantant litany
the lovers are hoarse with shouting of each other
their zeal eyeless and terrible
their moods promiscuous
as shiny black flies
Locked in love like the glowing bodies of wrestlers
in a panic of love as God pushes from every pore
the lovers laugh shrilly
the lovers see nothing funny
locked in love they are immortal
they are writhing in pain
Unlocked they would be like us
like us faintly quizzical
full-faced and glad of borders, walls,
ceilings, sills,
margins and boundaries and floors
and knowing what we are not
Locked in love they are tortured by Furies of thought:
Should one fail, what would the other do?
Should one lose faith, how would the other survive?
Mere death would canonize them
it is not mere death they fear
it is not mere death they fear