Time Passing -- A Miscellany of Poems; ŠThor May 1996     index




Our wish is ten years overdue, my love.

The old spiders of death

Are creeping out of your skin.


They will devour us, my love,

These chalky crevices of skin

Where body passion grew.


A sticky web of doubt has caught

The dewbloom of my will, my love,

To love you true.


Thor, 1976