We'Ve Spent Our Nights Poem by Donna Ialongo

we've spent our nights in dark communion,
hands lingering on warm words,
whispering in black and blue commas.

tears for a room and being
both carved of Oz and Mother Goose
(in free verse)

tears for a mystical sign-off
panting 'i care'
too damn proiud -
and i, too damn rock-headed
wanting to clutch and shake
each his own - meet
in medias res

one multi-hand never taught one unheld.
tell me a whisper of aidings
encounter my inwardness as new
to mold and chisel -
a surprise of trying in blacks and purple.

(October 10,1965)