A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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I WISH
I wish you would love me
The way you used to do
When our hearts were younger
And our love was new.
When we lay on a blanket
Beneath a shady tree,
In the company of magpies
As much in love as we.
I stroke you without response
So many times a day.
My heart aches with memories
Of when love had its way.
Search deep in your heart, love,
And ask why lust should end,
As though the dearest lovers
Were never more than friends.
I don’t want to leave you.
I’d rather be your lover.
But love once diminished
Can rarely be recovered.
Taos, New Mexico, 1993
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