12/02
I beheld that your eyes were threaded to mine
By a bond invisibly forged
Of heart and portent.
And then the chord was fastened
To the facets of your voice.
You were carved by then, indellible,
And spangled the finest portions of my memory.
Now
I would know you, if my eyes and ears defied me,
By the pull of tautened tethers
Just let slack by proximity.
And later will we extricate ourselves
From the ties that bind us,
Slicing lifelines like veins
To kill in the unfastening?
Or will we, by twaining every line
Just find us double-bound,
Compelled by sleight of voice, eye, heart
To cherish us?
Now
I am already sewn to you
Like fingers of our entwined hands
Willingly bound.
For less than I could fight the sunrise
Or the waxing of the moon
Could I fight the morning-dew cobwebs
That bind me fast to you.
