the falling together

he in gilded cage                     she trudges through days
spins words into naught           gone to seed,   wanting
toils at not working                   yet running on habit
poet wastrel, he                       she recalls vague hopes
dissipated waste                      rekindled each spring
child in man’s body                  something like youth swells
wishing for manhood                breast fills with longing
ambiguous need                      striving for something   .  .  .
certain as gravity                      more.     life and light
yet undefined, blurred              beauty,   truth,   passion   .  .  .

something fateful comes               out the blue it strikes
fortune plays her hand                   words like pollen fall
he and she and this                        into lines,   multiply   .  .  .
life gone on turns bright                  two lovers wake to dreams.


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