David Kling

His body’s tears, crying with unsanctified sweat

poured into her arms. 

What have I to give but tears

Unbounded, empty and silent.

What have I to give?

We wrapped our two bodies, two unbroken scrolls,

into the Mind’s deep caresses there in the breeze

and we opened ourselves, offering nothing.

Grace walked away and left us unguarded,

and the breeze unwrapped us.