… a warm pure country…

We talked of things but all the time we wanted each other

And finally we were silent and I knelt above your body

A closing of eyes

And falling unfalteringly

Over a warm pure country and something crying

When I was a child things being hurt made me sorry for them
but it seemed the way men and women did

And I had not made the world

I wanted so not to hurt you

And giving out of it like a sudden pouring of salt

Later being tired and over-flowing with tenderness

Girl’s body to boy’s body lying there

And wondering what it had been

We got to our feet very quiety,

So that they would not waken

But we felt their shy, sorrowful look

Upon us as we left them alone there

~Kenneth Patchen