ragav89
25th September 2006, 05:59 PM
Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shakeDew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but thoseSeemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the roseIt was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stainOf tears,
the aftermarkOf almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter barkAnd burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shakeDew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but thoseSeemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the roseIt was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stainOf tears,
the aftermarkOf almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter barkAnd burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.