so simple so intense **after William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon
   
you and i
entwined

smiles with dark
eyes

beside the high
bed.

plain and white hindsight

it was joy, us.
beauty:  fragile, evanescent
fulfilling our own
function

(i think of williams' red wheelbarrow

and the drop of rain that glazed it,

and made the base shine, and

lovely.)

now you and i.

our touch: cavernous, small.  furtive
function.  only: feed.
and death, alive

(and i think of williams'

bird that, plain and white,
made the red clear, so
starkly.)