How often Does a man Lead himself astray From the eyes that held the ocean, To now hold the barriers Quitting him from the dive? For you have torn me apart In your currents. I cannot bear to watch you weep With sullen smile To comfort me, for the while. You bleed, without need. I am in love with dread, A demanding grief, to be fed. You call through your ebony smile, Wanting to be seen For the suffering that gropes you Faster than does your waves to the shore, Than does your tears to your lips, Than does your tears to your chin. I want to lay with you Beneath sky and sunset. I hold a torch in a hand, With the other full of sand. I comprehend the deepest bottom Where all could be sent Were you to be bent With tears to seep to your feet.