Cousin of Iris*

Lovers are we; Rain and I.
She a strange medley of earth and sky.
And I to this gray colored Grace,
Mortal and powerless, is my cry.


Love of lust
She comes in fierceness and lust
Slanting and slicing by windy ways
On sunny summer days
When the world is at rest and vulnerable.
She, with the sounds of lust, thunders
Incomprehensibly, sensually, imperiously.
Without farewell she leaves
Promising nothing. and to none faithful.


Lust of love
She comes in tenderness and love,
Dancing on walks and ways,
On autumnal and vernal days
Lying close, clinging and speaking,
In soft melancholic song,
The memory of love and loss.
Without farewell she leaves
Promising nothing. and to none faithful.

But she brought what every man must have: love and lust
And she leaves with what every man wants: Love enduring.

*golden winged Iris, goddess of the rainbow


Copyright 2000 by John Faragher

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