If it came about you died It might be said I loved you: Love is an absolute as death is And neither bears false witness to the other But you remain alive
No, I do not love you Hate the word That private tyranny inside a public sound Your freedom’s yours and not my own: But hold my separate madness like a sword And plunge it in your body all night long
If death shall strip our bones of all but bones Then here’s the flesh and flesh that’s drunken-sweet As wine cups in deceptive lunar light: Reach up your hand and turn the moonlight off And maybe it was never there at all So never promise anything to me: But reach across the darkness with your hand Reach across the distance of tonight And touch the moving moment once again Before you fall asleep