History Lesson

Were it for History and the Stoics....

I would but wait one night, moonless blue
just one night;
to walk beside you, starry.
I would but clasp once, your calloused hands
just this once;
to smell their warmth, mahogany.

I dream not a puny farthing more,
even a farthing;
History bridles with dreamproof reins.
I do not to, this little joy, comply
even this joy;
Stoic school snuggles pruned bowers.

....We would be

Sep 23rd and Oct 6th, '08.