The Closed Eyes Have It
The death of love numbs like paralysis
Or like a tetanus infection in
A purple vein, a poison without hiss,
A serpent trying punctures barring sin.
This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start
Coiled round an evergreen, behind a rock,
Unknowable to each unguarded heart
Until the revelation of fate’s shock.
We could have seen it coming, prophesied
Contagion, venom, rot. In fact we did,
But let our kisses act as eyes, and lied
……..
With tips of tongues, caressing each lid.
Perhaps our marrow knew, better than our
Souls ignoring skeletal hunch, dumb lour.