April 6th, 1971

In it all–

the only experience left on

is the warmth of the touches 

* * *

The way your hair is falling

over your shoulders

is something I will still have

when you have gone

and the night is over

It is the only thing, really

you can give me.

* * *

The way it has to end–

the way it must–

is to be left alone 

with only those

feelings you have

managed to wrench

away

intact

they’re always intact.

* * *

Control every scene you’re in–

but learn to roll with punches.

Don’t fight the rushes–

dig, relax, let yourself dig it.

You control the trip–

but don’t fight the rushes–

it only makes it hyper–