Bind our hair in one sheaf, auburn and flax, mingled
Bind my wrist and yours with one silken cord
I am the bell ringer, tolling
That I might hear your resonant voice
I am the pilgrim, crawling over rocky hills
That I might touch your ivory skin
I am the miser, hoarding gems
That I might hold forever your olivine eyes
I am the alchemist, dissolving pearls of wisdom in wine
That I may learn your secrets
1987
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