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I WAS DYING OF YOU

I was dying of you

but you were my life

you would go with me

you would sing in me

as i wandered

aimlessly through the streets

you would go with me

you would sing in me

you would call through the elms

the love-sick sparrows

to the dawn in the window

when the night became repetitious

when the night would not end

you would call through the elms

the love-sick sparrows

to the dawn in the window

 

you would come with your lights to our streets

you would come with your lights

when the children had left

and the flower clusters on the acacias were asleep

and i was left alone in the mirror

you would come with your lights

you would give away your hands

you would give away your eyes

you would give away your kindness

when i was hungry

you would give away your life

you were as generous as light

 

you would pick tulips

and cover my hair

when it shivered with nakedness

you would pick tulips

you would press your cheeks

against the anguish in my breasts

when i had noting more to say

you would press your cheeks

against the anguish in my breasts

...and listen

to my blood as it moaningly went

to my love as it weepingly died

you would listen

but you would not see me

...........