Outside
Through a little window
I see testimony
And wonder why they move
With no ceremony.
One bent like a willow,
Another’s mouth agape;
I do not disapprove,
I’ve the videotape.
Writhing, bent in limbo,
Neither husband, nor wife;
Oh, some kind of lovers,
Shades ’neath my palette knife.
The stage curtains billow
Containing secret acts
And darkness which smothers
Not a beast with two backs.
Looking In
The yearning compels me
To your little room, there;
I wander halls appalled
Hearing a whispered prayer.
Fantasy could not see
Or gamble to foretell
What I did or recalled;
I entered this strange cell.
I slid like the Marquis
In and out, “Other Man,”
And “Paramour,” they said;
“Come back here, when you can.”
I left an escapee,
Unfaithful, unfaithful;
My heart now like black lead—
My lovers ungrateful.