I paw at the delta of divinity

While you, like Spielberg, direct my fingers

To the lovely spots

Where the feelings used to be.

Some jaded light flickers in your eyes

For men who were not me

For moments that I didn’t know

For faces from the long ago

Now as cloudy as their names.

We grow old but not with

Any sense it has been worth a damn

And seeking that one last

Orgiastic Everest

We ply on with hopeful,

Jaded hearts

I sup at the delta of divinity

And you shudder at

The touching of a nerve

You thought the surgeons killed

So many years ago

You guide my head to the

Sweetness, where the dancer

Was the diva; where the lady was a queen

And in our thoughts, so distanced

From our act,

We come to the same place

Rising to the moment

But stirring only leaves

11/18/2003

Posted on 11/18/2003
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