Suddenly Last Summer

Like Amfortas, I hold an open sore –
An uninterrupted memory of
Last summer’s pain and pleasure on our tours
Of each the other’s heart’s idea of love.
The plot includes a Kundry: She was you –
An emissary of another world
Of summer colours full of lover’s hues
Where round and round and round our hearts infurled.
But into this extended moment’s bliss
Came Klingsor’s moment and the stolen spear
That took the summer from us with its kiss
And brought me swiftly to this lost frontier
Of wasteland in the narrow winter mist,
My wound alive and wanting to be kissed.