Two threads emerged under my hood
not sorry I could not ravel both
and be one lover, long I stood
I left my gown as bare as I could
to where I went for my own growth.
Then shook my lover, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the bigger flame,
Because he was classy’n wanted everywhere;
Though as for what passion’s care
Had born for both about the same.
We both that morning equally lay
my knees no step had trodden black.
Oh, I wept for him on another day
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if he would ever come back.
And all we’re smelling is myth or lie
somewhere pages and places hence:
two threads under my hood, and I-
I took both and raveled a tie,
my pulse to shade called indifference.