Just One
Come, let us lie down together
a short time in the mud
and love will make it forever.
Never mind the rats and blood
and everyday diseases of reason,
in truth life has but a short season.
Lie down, love, in the body’s
fading beauty, your hair
to me, lips and hands, all
will be perpetually fair;
not one thing will ever pall
despite this cold, damp life of envy
and unjustness. Though dark
is always near and heavy,
yet there are stars starring the black;
and though mouths choke with tears
at all the polluted ways of days,
long since we blended our two fires
to make one blaze that stays
even the cold shiver of death’s
breathlessness. So come, let us lie down,
now, and for always, just one.
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