STAR-CATCHING

Iron handcuffs in my hands,

 anxious daffodils:

 swan-fingers tingling

 towards immortal fulfilment.

 All compassion and humility

 in my eyes a prisoner:

 stars' shining clinging to the sure infinite,

 Will we be witnesses

 of happy moments of love,

 shall we say? 

Confess with your crystal-clear smile,

 my angel, my angel, my angel?

 - There has happened

 the mighty tingling miracle

 The magical occasion,

 that thou hast allowed me to discover

 In the atrium of thy beating heart-flutes

 The sure essence:

 thy honest truths' judgment,

 and thy pure self.

 I would have come home in thee,

 and thy dreams 

In the sweet home of your dreams

 we could have built A whole life!

 The mystery of thy body I knew not yet,

 But in crossings of unconscious secret paths,

 With telepathy's invocations thou didst unfold,

 And show the earthly

 biological metamorphosis of thy all!

 I have watched the hot

 and insatiable longing of your eyes: 

the artful curve of your delicate mouth

 - yes, when the Eternal Moment 

would have greeted you

 with a glimpse of heaven, that 

that we might be each other's!

 Nor were you the bombastic One

 and Only, and yet indelible wound

 You burned in my heart's

 heathen craters all! 

Before you could know me

 - with my tears' thick pearls of meaning

 I had told you in a million

 vulnerable forms: 

doubt and despair can destroy

 and consume me,

 for I never had true self-reliance! 

I had no idea that soul-ripeness

 could begin with a single kiss,

 I longed for a home of caring laps,

 and sought only to rediscover

 my caring mother

 among changing figures!