Your loss or have the spade?
Air caught one last avaunt
but we are wrong and lovely,
dreaded on the dry lawn
Have soughed until drought,
have gone to rack and ruin—
Just one of the lovers is enough
if they are in love enough
I want to watch you have the
spade and finally know of tenderness;
we need no rain, only you—
Bury the hurt or it will bury you
This is how you will have me
This is how I will have you
