You still, Carlos,
Gone to dreams,
Command me
To my toes
In upstairs rooms.
But try as I might
I find nothing much
Left for your admiring.
I am all over limbs
And breasts
That fall beneath the weight
Of long past need.
Yet when I lift my dress
And croon your joyous song,
Can you hear with me
Echoes of your singing?
Can you see me dance
When everyone is sleeping?
Who is to there to say
You would not love me still?
I lift my arms and twirl
Beyond the silken mists,
I dance and sing your song
In the light of your strong will.
With loving gratitude to my friend Bob, who gifted me with William Carlos Williams all over again.
