Intimate Darkness
The closer I come to you, mystery
becomes you, dark demise, unknowable,
it seems, a different being, every
face I had known transformed--invisible.
I want to run to someone else, I think,
because conquest and sex is easier,
certain, unlike it is with you, a blink
of an eye opens a pupil darker...
I stay, though, still, lying between your breasts
knowing I know less now about my wife
than I did when I wooed you with crude jests
and jokes and catering to all requests.
And still I fear to know you more--to face
that death is hard in your loving embrace.