A leaf that touches and
Watches the rain:
Every now, every then we meet again and again
You react to me. I react to you
If this is true romance what’s true
In my life has never been true and you
Would have to accept that when I
Come to you, I shed like a snake-skin
Falsity and falsehood.
But will your furtive fidgeting of this
Keep the bloodlines flowing; resist
The test of time?
With those years of labouring in giving birth to lies,
Today, I doubt whether we would make it —
That if you hold out me a promise, that I would
Hold and take it.
I watch you as you sail across a roomful of heads
And in you I see life, a leaf
Touching the rain: this seeing, this watching, this heart,
Its throbbing is, then, a moment’s misbeat
That aches in vain.