Love is an outlaw that cannot be held
Within the small confines and laws of man:
Rather it will turn, as a planet can,
Man upside down, like a first line fabled
In a notebook lightly pencilled upon
To change his sense of direction. Dimpled
Wisely like an unbridled child, love is pebbled
With smooth water and myths: a glazed swan
Shadowed in reeds: a ray of light waylaid
On swiftly moving motes. Wholesome love attends
Its own shape, warm and shining. The man who tends
The herds and street lights symbols of its trade:
It is pacing Genesis on two legs,
Dispossessing man who unapparalled begs.