Parading

And now it’s my

And then you see.

this time catch hold of it: flashing,

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.