.....

for Margaret


 I want to walk down an empty five-lane highway with you.
  To see with you the radiant doors on both sides
    that are not there.


When the molten, inevitable traffic comes
 and we have to trade our faces for theirs
 we will still have a secret webbed between us.


 That which we cannot relinquish
 because it is hidden within
 and cries for mercy from itself
Which it cannot give.


 I  want to take your hand in the sprawling ooze
  of endless neighborhoods.
   Watch the twilight turn to a slit
      in your honey of forepaw.