More Margolin

I have wandered so much, beloved,

through strange and dark lives,

through hearts like wastelands--

be kind.


Known a thousand deaths, beloved.

My bad blood,

the iron rod of desire,

has chased me an entire lifetime.

Man of velvet and of steel,

man, with quiet voice,

hover over me,

shield me from the world

and from my own blood also.

Be kind.