Heartspent

On and on we crept, two beggars humping toward the moonlit house, and dreamt that spring came full of heartspent hope, a winter deadman shadowing the unthawed pond.

Pretty soon they were in the sack, and that first time, each new time, their lovemaking was a frenzied and violent offering of hope; heartspent like runners at the tape, they flung themselves forward into a faint of reconciliation— body, saliva, sweat, all—all.

Until a thunderous crash onto its trivet of fragile bone Tangled and twisted its right foot in a somehow fashion Of limp unwillingness, no longer Sir Francis of Drakedom But a wretched refugiado which might have been earlier a Leander then heartspent, failing the Hellespont of desire