So beautiful that couple
in handsome black and red clothes
walking along the street
her arms folded, his in pockets cold...
Scarves loosely wrapped about white necks,
And in the subway car
a black man takes a black woman's hands,
and her eyes look far away
beyond the walls under the sea,
and his eyes concentrate on her hands
as glasses drop slightly down his nose
as she turns and smiles, as he looks up
at clay made whole,
and she takes her hands about his cheeks
makes a vase, and he smiles
as roses are put in his mouth and hair,
and her brown leather coat crumples
as she kisses him,
and his black windbreaker is crumpled
by her kiss,
And for two subway stops their kiss
moves a man to write
and get up in the morning
and sing an old song
to remember a woman in a dream
who held his hands
wearing ear rings of white moons,
in black hair open as a fan,
blowing honeyed wind about the room
in which they loved and loved,
as kingdoms came and went,
in which they loved and loved
as the black man and woman
left their embrace
to slowly get up to the door
by an old man in the window seat
into whose hands dropped two white moons.