TO AN OLD WET AFFAIR
for Bill at 25 years
There are leaks around us, dear.
Leaks between,
Thoughts that pass through
My mind to you-
Dreams through little holes, and
Secrets never told, that moist the walls
And grow mold.
There are leaks around us, dear.
So many years
This vessel stays afloat
Through soft rot, wet feet
Damp palms, streamy eyes-
The juices that flow in,
Also flow out.
There are leaks around us, dear
Damp spots
On the ceiling, looking dark,
And there are floods of feeling
When you reach your tongue
Inside me, and draw the
Leaks down from my heart.