THE BODY'S SWEET SECRET AND SECRET SWEET

A desperate story,

Dear Citizens:

The private parts take flashlight photographs
Of sensuous events and hang them up
Like portraits of the dead upon the wall.

Later, these images, blurring, become
Outmoded daguerretypes. They fall through sleep
Like store signs struck by a hurricane.

And no one understands the nights which drain
Strength from the waking mind's most natural power
Because the mystery consumes with fear.

What do they mean, these feigning photographs?
They say, _You are in love with everyone_.
The guilt of love has made you deathly sick.

Alas! you only seek yourself in love:
Who caught in that dark knoe, how can you recognize
The true, the good, and the beautiful?

A desperate story,

Dear Citizens:

Later, these images, blurring become
Outmoded daguerretypes. They fell through sleep
Like store signs struck by a hurricane.

What do they mean, these feigning photographs?
They say, <u>You are in love with everyone.</u>
The guilt of love has made you deathly sick.

Alas! you only seek yourself in love.

<u>Caught in that der kness, how can you recognize</u>
<u>The true, the good, and the beautiful?</u>