Almost dried up, you nurse my skin Like breast or sun And leave time's imagination thin Your heart is a web spun For my song, the poem stagnates Upon your love's Rivalry of tongue. But I have a charm too, a pain word Cannot resist A sea deep talisman to be heard However long love persist Tempting the philistines to steal My strength and sight The valor of my flight. Almost tongue still, heart deaf and cold To moon's desires I traffic in your spectrum fool's gold Sparkling from cinders wild fires That burns me off like mist on a glass Drinking my thoughts like milk Curdled in the kitchen sink. This river that flows out of my passion This life of life Like seeds in me sown, is all my possession Save it when you turn the knife Against the foolishness of choice To drip your cross Upon the page's eternity for creation.