A lady who read Elizabethan stories… Or Mr. HIdE Part II
Sometimes we’re more than strangers
We are also the wise,
We know the measure of our fingers
On the rug we stuck them down.
Some days I awoke
with the same sarcastic smile,
I was your robber
and you were my price….
Then you were my burglar
chasing time
The wolf’s hunger
Of a thousand eyes
My left hand has testified
against your mouth.
My right hand has denied
Every crime…
My mouth has silenced
my entire mind.
The light, the dark
are smashed both down.
And you dear one,
you’re any case on the top
of all the words
of all the tongues....
you, my love,
were my world.