(no subject)
Influence (wooing)
I am no
good at pleading, too proud and
akward, my hands
know better how to ask, but how
w/you so distant, look the leaves
are gold, remember August they were
green and we lay under them on earth
now we dwell
under roofs, we lie
side by side w/out touching
when I am
alone, my tears drop
thinking of winter
Diane DiPrima