Tommy Stroller (30.6.48 / Lincoln)

Devious is love
Devious are the messages of love
(And this one too)
Those words that subtly betray you
And which you betray
In every subtle movement of your bodied mind

Words on our future
Which cannot exist
For how can futures which are so separate
Be conjoined?

Yet still the words betray the hope
That futures can be delayed
Reversed or, at least, in parting
Can meet again
In some fantastic space beyond
The realms of mind

Your words magic bridges
Over countless flooded rivers
Opulent in hope's corpses
Rivers raging against the piers
Which, despite their torrent,
Bear the spanning whispers
Of our love - words that refuse
To be trapped by present pleasure
And run so wild and free
To the one future
The future we shall certainly live

Your body is my future
And it speaks when even you refuse
Me with a sentence or a humour
From your past:
"My poet your emotions run too fast"
But no faster than your body beckons them
Yes love is devious

Devious as a woman's ways
So devious that even women
Do truthfully deny them

Bodies speak truthfully
When love wakes or slows
Or runs so far and fast
No word could pursue them
To their chosen ends

And I who have to chose my words
So carefully by trade
Now turn and choose your own
There is no need to stay
Beyond your chosen time
For whatever love is
Will be proven in a day