I have loved with all of the colors
I have ever known,
I have loved with each of the four
Winds that blow within a man's soul.
I have loved as ancient tombs,
As broken mournful stones
Hold ancient bodies
Silent in their vigil
And ever waiting
To feel the breath
Of departed passion
Singing through cracked teeth.
I have loved as storms
Flooding over mountains
Dark and brooding
And soon exploding
Full of fury rampant rage.
I have loved and been loved
In many, many ways.
Yet for them all, added
And and refracted with
Nostalgic eyes - Alone or
Totaled could make me stray.
I love you in a way which
Makes my hands wrinkle,
My legs weak and beg
In infirmity and age for
The aide of a cane. In
A way which makes my
Soul shrivel, in a way
Which makes me revel
In the thought of growing
Weak and watching your
Neck grow thin, your eyes wreathed
By the feet of fleeting crows,
Your soft hair brittle, gray.
I love you with the fertility
Of the cool damp earth,
The strength of an old
Rock carved with a pair of names.
I love you like a man
Loves a woman
When both are lowered
Side by side, into
Long waiting graves.