Poet In The Basement

Only to tell your loveliness–this love:
Only to tell
Pain's odor, beauty-burning miracle
Of my surrender!
Late I flew...
But ever arrow-straight
I fly now from the shade that falls–that fell
Lightly on you,
On me with a wave's weight.

Oh, I must go: this city has a spell
I never gave it leave to have. Still, still to tell
The weaving of your footsteps on the stairs
With my slow-dropping love for you that wears
Cold stone I want my heart for–still I stay.
Put out the stars. Give me another day
Only to tell.