KISSING CLAY
When I touch your feet
And when I take your hand
Do let it be cold as spring—
I wear your ring
But—
Let me not be disappointed
When I look at you
With open eyes
At chilling three a.m.
And sleep again.
May you not regret your vow
When you lie with me.
When you see my skin unclad
May you know the truth and yet—
Not in regret
So—
May you never feel short-changed
When you’re holding me
In later years
As lines are etched in age
On my skin’s page.
Let us never turn aside
As we wander on,
Though grey and glasses come—
When we climb the winding hill
Be loving still
And—
Let us keep the words alive
When we speak aloud
And kisses keep
Our currency for life
As man and wife.
Let Me Not be Kissing Clay
