By Dawn's Early Light
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Once, when I was walking
At the age of twenty-one,
I met a gray-eyed lady
Who promised me a son.
We spent that day together
On a field just newly green
And sad gray eyes were laughing
As they shared her colored dreams
I slipped away at twenty-two
To chase a boyhood prize.
Through twilight worlds with bursting suns
It bled me for its price.
I stumbled home at twenty-four
To a field of withered green
I stumbled home but couldn’t find
My lady’s gray-eyed dreams
Lady, where’d you go?
Don’t you want to see my prize?
I’ve spent my faith upon it,
It has emptied out my eyes.
We shared a life together
On a field of pregnant green,
But sad gray eyes have turned away
From childish, stillborn dreams.
1975
Song to Thor
With velvet helmet hard on top,
Your one-eyed gaze can find
The deepest of the clinging mine
To crawl, all warm, inside.
You stand so straight, a soldier proud,
To take a hand salute
From maidens who have lost their heads
To a legless, spitting newt.
Ah, comrade dear, my darling chum,
We’ve traveled many a mile:
I, a pilgrim to maidens, fair,
And you, to make them smile.
So, come my friend, let’s stand again
And pass in proud review.
I’ll gird my loins for battle fair,
You stab her wound, anew.
1978
Cancer’s Kiss
Slippery
From lazy love making,
We soak in the June
Breeze
Pleased
With our bodies
We purr our amber
Pleasure.
Bodies
Content, yours renewed,
Mine consumed,
We
Drift towards dreams
Tangled in the other’s
Pulse.
1978
Song to Sud
When I was younger and wiser I fear
I spent all my money but only on beer
I played all my rugby for a team they called Sud
And the rest of the Union consider us crude.
CHORUS: And it’s now and ever,
Forever and more
Shall I be a Sud player
Forever and more.
It was down to Lord Telford’s to have us a drink,
Behind Tippy’s Taco, just past the Men’s sink.
Then down to that phallus, George Washington’s thing
A romp on some grass, then to Telly’s to sing.
And as I grow older, Sud’s history I’ll tell,
As El Presidente continues to swell.
You never can beat us, though sometimes we lose,
It’s rugby we love and Sud’s rugby we’ll choose.
1975
By Dawn’s Early Light
When first I held your warmth,
Your shy kisses became full
And breasts settled against me.
You traced my leg
Arched your neck
We slept, weightless.
Awake to sleepy eyes,
Your breathing whispers
Past my hand holding
Your hair in light
Slowly turning blond.
1978