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Where
you left me
I stood
long where you left me
Night was all around me and the stars pecked at it
With fierce acetylene silver beaks
A little thin moon scarred the sky then I walked
My arms around the emptiness of you beside me
And
because you were totally in my eyes like sudden blindness
I saw only you
You were my purpose and my way
You were the bright articulate lights and the dark lonely streets
You were each door and window and every passing face
And because
you were indelible in my blood and brain
In infinite copies without drink or delirium
My mind conceived you my senses registered you dimensionally
And it was beautiful O then it was beautiful
In a high
beautiful city in a tall lighted beautiful world
The moon was young and the stars winked like fireflies in tall
grass
Night was a jeweled tent around us
And we were wonderfully alone and sleepy as we always are just
after love
Each season
of each year I will be forgetting you all over
Each season every year I will need to forget you
Each summer spring.autumn and winter
Each Summer I will be forgetting you forever naked your brown
with the suns
Fire, you moving in massive adagio like a seal turning in the
water
You lying-in the sun - or looking darling in a cotton dress
You - and the kites Connecticut and you
Autumn
I will be forgetting meeting you
And the first long kiss on the green bedlam hill under the rash
of stars
I could not leave your mouth remember
And the garret rooms we lived in the bittersweet we gathered
And the rich red sumac in the high hectic woods where the air
Was ripe apples and the colors chrysanthemum
Each winter
there will be long evenings together to forget
Reading or talking having friends
The sweetness of you in bed. And growing sleepy in each other's
arms
And you returning to me each morning "for one minute only"
Spring
will be the hardest to forget with Lovers everywhere
O Spring will be hard forgetting the early violets along
The Hocking hitching to Marietta
And the lamb that broke the fold to follow us
Love we made beside the river lying on the grass
How beautiful you were Your eyes were tear
Bright you eyes were full of moonlight and of stars
I will
be forgetting you each day and every hour
Each night and day each hour something wonderful and dear of you
Will ring my heart and knock upon my mind
I shall
forever be forgetting the quick happy kisses like samples
When my own lips could never fully capture yours
And the deep ravenous kisses when I awoke wanting you at night
Sunday
will be the hardest to forget late Sunday mornings
With your sleep rich body and your hardly open eyes
Terribly tender
O I drew
love like honey steeped wine from every mouth of you
And when we had loved our full we laughed and we were hungry
Then we ate fruit with cream and sugar bacon sausages and cakes
With rich brown maple syrup and drank strong fragrant coffee
The green
hills sprawl and the last sun of autumn
This morning I lay on a hillside
And the sun was warm and eleven years of you moved
Through my memory eleven years
Walk laughed lay loved me ate drank quarreled
Made up the sweat of the leaves under my feet
Excited me leaves left where they fall are sweeter in the air
Then crushed green mints or fallen apples
O what
is this that drives me so as if to keep some destined date
The sun lowers I smoke hard to check the jitters
The train drives a shrieking wedge between the hills
I close my eyes I move to give you the window seat beside me
Though two states lie between us� and four long terrible
months
How deep
the is the river how still and dark
With deep slow moving darkness
The seagulls dreaming violence cried me awake with there
Strangely anguished voices like the voices of women being taken
in love
Here where
nights are deep as clear deep water and the sky
Spawns stars abundantly teeming with golden inflorescence
Away from the world we lived in
The streets we walked together and the roofs we flew the kites
from
The doors we entered and the bed we loved on
Hear the
crows heckle the straw man in the corn patch
Across the river it is so strange this my need of you
From
the Diary of
Walter
Benton
