you say I make you happy & sad

I love the opening poem from Yusef Komunyakaa (1947-) in his newest book, The Chameleon Couch.


Because I mistrust my head & hands, because I know salt

      tinctures my songs, I tried hard not to touch you
even as I pulled you into my arms. Seasons sprouted

      & went to seed as we circled the dance with silver cat bells
tied to our feet. Now, kissing you, I am the archheir of second
      Because I know twelve ways to be wrong

& two to be good, I was wounded by the final question in the cave,
      left side of the spirit level’s quiver. I didn’t want to hug you

into a cross, but I’m here to be measured down to each numbered

      A trembling runs through what pulls us to the blood knot.
We hold hands & laugh in the East Village as midnight autumn

      shakes the smoke of the Chicago B.L.U.E.S. club from our clothes,
& you say I make you happy & sad. For years I stopped my hands

      in midair, knowing fire at the root stem of yes.
I say your name, & another dies in my mouth because I know how

          to plead till a breeze erases the devil’s footprints,

because I crave something to sing the blues about. Look,
      I only want to hold you this way: a bundle of wild orchids

broken at the wet seam of memory & manna.


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