ah, new love – always what spurs me on to press pen to paper
making indelible the flush across my cheek, the giddiness in my soul
carrying it to every room, though secretly, tucked slyly in a back pocket
though not too secretly! – for I am proud to speak of it, yes –
proud to have proof I am desirable at last! it quickens my heart to believe so
it livens my step to know so! and yet there is no possession of love, and
this water returns to the ground no matter how desperately my hands grasp it