If it were written on your hand,
That slow, soft hand, bracing
Mine in the melee among us,

That you'd stay, you would stay,
Where I dreamed you up, tucked
In looking in, on and upwards,

I would trade all my days, all my
Words, all my sight, all my ways
Left that might seem unholy,

To be right with you there, in my
Night curled up close, hearing songs
That I'd play with abandon,

And you would stay....

rjw, 4/23/97

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