A street, grey, familiar,
therefrom lifts
a part of my heart
with love, queer –
in love, queer love it is
Love were you not strange
I might not mention you as oft
Touching my pleasures
my wounds show
and radiating a dark light too
As there is a Dark Night
there is
a Long Peeling
Darling you curve into
this place of me just now,
Matching my gait,
your gaze on
the monsters in my wake