On the Poor Man Who Is King (Color like Heart of Peach)

In the sky and sea

of lovers leaving

is an old man grieving,

wolf philosopher helpless

and haunted by the drowned.

 

So I understand this

weightless gleaming

in your arms and across

my hands is from a

child who lost his child.

 

And it is fiery and it is

silken and I adore you

and it is only your smile

that makes me weep.

 

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