Granite and Wineglass

You are granite.

I am an empty wineglass.

You know what happens when we touch!

You laugh like the sun coming up laughs

at a star that disappears into it.

Love opens my chest, and thought

returns to its confines.

Patient and rational considerations leave.

Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.

Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.

Then, totally reckless, the next morning

they gallop out with new purposes.  Love

is the reality, and poetry is the drum

that calls us to that.  Don’t keep complaining

about loneliness!  Let the fear-language of that theme

crack open and float away.  Let the priest come down

from his tower, and not go back up!