Denise Levertov




Face to Face

A nervous smile as gaze meets
gaze across
deep
river.
What place
for a smile here;
                  it edges away

leaves us each at ravine’s edge
alone with our bodies.

We plunge—
O dark river!
towards each other—
into that element—

a deep fall,
the eyes closing s if forever,
the air ripping, the waters
cleaving and closing upon us.

Heavy we are, our flesh
of stone and velvet goes down,
goes down.