I wear your kiss like a feather
Laid upon my cheek
And I wander to the quay where the river
The dirt off all the streets
And the rotting feet of factories,
But the swans and boats and corks ride
The buoyant running waters
And the eye is carried by a tide
To the far shore and day-green spaces,
And the ear is gently belied
By sounds under dreams under the roar outside.
And then the heart in its white sailing pride
Launches among the swans and the stretched lights
Laid on the water, as on your cheek
The other kiss and my listening
Life, waiting for all your life to speak.