• "Granite and Wineglass"

    You are granite.
    I am an empty wineglass.
    You know what happens when we touch!
    You laugh like the sun coming up laughs
    at a star that disappears into it.

    Love opens my chest, and thought
    returns to its confines.

    Patient and rational considerations leave.
    Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.

    Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.
    Then, totally reckless, the next morning

    they gallop out with new purposes. Love
    is the reality, and poetry is the drum

    that calls us to that. Don't keep complaining
    about loneliness! Let the fear-language of that theme

    crack open and float away. Let the priest come down
    from his tower, and not go back up!