I set down upon the stoops of angels

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