The Journey of the Fool 6,7
6. It happened that I came to an age Where girls were not as repugnant as Radishes set before me at dinner time. I met her and I wanted to touch her Immediately. To grace her golden hair And smell the rose petals thick on her skin. I could barely speak as I approached her. She asked me questions, dowsed in the familiar But with riddles for bones. Who was I, she wanted to know. In the beginning I had no answers to give her. She did not care. I kissed her, I cared for her. I wrapped myself in her skin for months. But all at once she needed more And I looked deep inside myself to please her. For in that moment, to even think of loosing her Caused my mouth to go dry and gummy. 7. My breath was coarse, white on the air As spring approached. For the first time, I would run down a race track on my own, My parents not even looming in the audience. The frost glittered in the mud But it would not stop us. It was all on me And I knew I was the fastest, That my legs would hit the ground And the en