After You Speak

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After You Speak

After you speak

And what you meant

Is plain,

My eyes

Meet yours that mean⁠—

With your cheeks and hair⁠—

Something more wise,

More dark,

And far different.

Even so the lark

Loves dust

And nestles in it

The minute

Before he must

Soar in lone flight

So far,

Like a black star

He seems⁠—

A mote

Of singing dust

Afloat

Above,

That dreams

And sheds no light.

I know your lust

Is love.