marriage poem

you are clear
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
in new york harbor
be not false
sweet splendor
to clothe the fiery thought
up from the south at break of day
she limps with halting painful pace
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
but i cannot read you now
let us express our baser passions
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
those black eyes i once so praised