THAN WE WERE LED TO BELIEVE
ideas come and go
court words, sometimes
bond with them
come and go
like, as this starched aesthete said,
like women talking
of Michelangelo
lovers of classic form
or they sing
like sirens to follow
them deep
even though they know
whilst poets, artists we
may yet
be
we are nevertheless mere
mortals
may well be lured
by the mystery to
embrace our own drowning
and there, strandloper, desert
shadow
we may well find you
catch you
between the lines
more agreeably human, far less
invisible than hoped for
as you had intended
not the catalyst
we were led to believe
poems 2 die for 