Gray
I found
one moment ago
the grayest
of hairs
I thought back
to the
trauma of
all these years
Suddenly
I was on
my knees
pleading
to start anew
When a voice
filled the
sun-dyed air
Room less heavy
feet falling tired
The phone
called to me
Suddenly I
felt the heat
somniferous sex-heat
and melted
as I walked
out the
rusty doorway
of my desires
Cutting through
the fields
of existence
To find you
in the howling
willows of
this love
This love
where the forest
is our roof
the moon our
bedside light
and the time
simply
day or night
