To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising. Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts Conveying folk to weddings and to murders; Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander In the dark of the world like whipped beasts.

Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear curving

The animal I wanted Couldn't get into the world... I can hear it crying When I sit like this away from life.

As we are so wonderfully done with each other We can walk into our separate sleep on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies