Your half-crimped hair
Onto my shoulders
And I held you as you wept, so gently
Caressing my face with your tears.
Are a wonderful backdrop
To a half-remembered kiss
And a well remembered conversation
We talked of nothing
And found all the answers
You wore the prettiest clothes
Or so they looked on you
And now I see you as I should have seen you then
Nabokov's tears, Dostoevsky's ideal
And all the poignancy of Gunter Grass
In your smile.
As your eyes looking into mine?
I was at home screaming
And drinking myself to death,
You were on the town
Drinking until you came alive.