"I saw you this morning, you were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much, there's no one in sight.
And we're still making love
In my secret life.
I smile when I am angry,
I cheat and I lie,
I do what I have to do to get by,
In my secret life.”
“And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.”
“Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.”
“-You know how to call me although such a noise now would only confuse the air
Neither of us can forget the steps we danced the words you stretched to call me out of dust
Yes I long for you not just as a leaf for weather or vase for hands but with a narrow human longing that makes a man refuse any fields but his own
I wait for you at an unexpected place in your journey like the rusted key or the feather you do not pick up.-..."
And a deeper silence
When the crickets