Across Your Heart

Here's the truth,
told by a wandering mendicant

of wheels and heels
who rob you blind

of turnstiles and logpiles
to navigate by.


Here's the way it is
told so eloquently

that even the fortuneless beggar
is rich from hearing

the dying man relieved
to be free from his fearing.


Here is all,
and that's all there is

sealed by a kiss

stolen from her lips

as the clock slowly ticks.


That's the truth,
hope to die.