Fool's Pride

Fool you are to find me again only for this The shredding of the prism in the heart The tearing of settled consolation apart For it was only one night of frenzied heat That piled us, drained us, emptied our sheet Kissed me cold and trembling in the mist. Fool I am to think a spot would change Its lepeord, and yield me grass for home The gate sees a stranger when we rome For we cannot return as we went out still But nothing breaks my old battered will For I can hate as much as I love the strange Fool we are with passion's white energy Unburned, and yet was you who taught me The bed is perpetuous unless we kiss, free Of inhibition tumbling down the pain set Against us now, too far to drip as foggy wet And fool's pride brought in the tragedy