MANY years have I still to burn,
detained
Like a
candle flame on this body; but I enshrine
A darkness within me, a
presence which sleeps
contained
In my flame of living, her soul
enfolded in mine.
And through these years, while I
burn on the fuel of
life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living
flame,
Seeing I keep
in the fire-core, inviolate,
A night where she dreams my dreams for me,
ever
the same.