The Pulse Of Gravity

You remind me of a face I once knew.

Of a nose innocence-spattered, Of Italian eyes that flirted With six o’clock light Like prisms.

But he let the light blind him.

I’ll watch now As pictures blur into the shoreline, Reminders of the black nights That beckoned us into mischief, And white birthmarks tanned transiently Onto the backs of whiter thighs, As giants turn to small shadows dancing along the bronzed city, As faces, whose soft angles I knew blind, Are muted.

I’ll wonder If the voices were ever really there. If perhaps I turned dreams to something more concrete, grappling for something to wrap my fingers around.

But the bells were never ours to begin with.

At first it turned me dark to meet again, To sit with you, and coffee, laughing soft About how wreckless our small hearts were then, To recall our young desire, flirtation oft.

But autumn leaves, turned red with zeal, are lost To wind not long beyond their fallen fate, And like those rosy letters that are tossed, I think, so was our childish game of play.

So too remember gold tones of our day, the softened yellow leading burning red And all our fawnish frolic did make way For love that lent itself alone for friends.

Perhaps another life would tend the rose, But since this breath is what I breathe, who knows?

Without much effort came the fall, and yet So soft the whistling wind to me does sing; Perhaps it was my heart who did abet My feet to vault the edge by myths of wings.

Yet still, as blossoms overnight do spring, So rapid mine own visage does too rose, And while your light avoids nightingale’s ring, My loyal face waits faithful for you—home.

But long I waited, weary, wounded; Oh, How vast the darkness spread its wings to shield My hopeful eyes from dawn’s assuring crow. And then I heard, from there in earthy field,

The wedding song which lauds of moon and sun, Who gave his rightly place so her he won.

She kisses all their cold lips awake, That whore. Every man that strokes her ego And her ceramic skin, She lets them, Purring in satisfaction, Perking up. Perking them up.

Each one of them Loyal to her. Every morning, sometimes Every night too. And she belongs to all of them.