Parading

It is all right. All they do

and the voice of man was never dear to me,

is the covenant of night, crawling in my body

Like someone carefully not looking at a scorpion

Let others claim a higher love:

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore

The rock lives in the desert, solid, taking its time.

wide from the slowly smoldering fire

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup

I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.