Depths Poem by Norman King Lloyd

There was just a single beat
then nothing
a heaven started to wake
birds circled noisily
the polished craft of longing and desire
spun into the heartlands of your face

Let us let us feel everything
she told me and shook her hair with laughter
and fed me love all with that practiced
far-awayness in her voice

There were my clothes, then everyday words
my shoes clumsily kicked out from under me,
my skin showing as if for the first time
and a slinky movement taking me

Let us do nothing and rid ourselves
of everything we loved before
the breeze
the breath on our eyes…
and lazily open up conversations

It doesn't matter if we cheat or
break the other's heart, make sacrifices
or sell out to everyday caprices and
finally get to Madame Tussauds

Life is inside. Look at the signs:
the glances when language fails
love is like travel, don't expect it to last
the gyral moon racing across
the rich deep night
fades into a breezy new day

So hold the diamond up for the sun
…