Five Faces of Love I. I was in the burning of love's error, in the moon's blind eye transfixed unsubject to the dark earth's indiscerptible languid oceans unremonstrated and chalky earth, girdled star bemoaned at the hour of gnats love's withered fingers released me love's wilted tongue despatched me to the wind dreaming of bitter unripe olives and dusty fields broiling Spanish mornings unkissed by rain or the benedictions of grasshoppers You, you, I must not always say 'you' sticks like a yellow plumb between my teeth before II. The sun was a blister my head burned with fever I longed for cool Autumn my memories tore each other to shreds like rabid dogs and thoughts died stillborn only ghostly echoes ever returning, returning I, returning, I longed only to clasp your hand in a thousand grasses in shades of the sun to pick apricots by the road and not begrudge the creek's contented chattering III. Does this a puncture look You weren't pink clouds at sunset I wasn't high tide against pale cliffs Pecans and almonds are our birthright Do bees like almond blossoms do bees like cherry blossoms do bees, do blossoms? IV. At night I fear a crumpled body in the road has not less grace less grace than goodwill and kindness, shot through with their tendrils of blank-eyed cruelty icy cores of malice that spring from nowhere let us, let us pray be good be good to one-another in every waking moment let our lips hold the sign of the sun the heat of the sun sing benedictions to us, to all V. Cool cottonwoods and aspens soon shall sing the changing season soon shall soothe chapped lips and breathe the winds down the valley The wings of moths shall stir no more me from my slumbers the ghosts of dry gullies the ghosts of tres orejas shall love with the ghosts of pakistan shall revel in arroyos and spook the goats The ghosts of many countries many lakes and streets and mountains shall swarm in joy and then depart like rising stars over cities and then the night will sigh.