have honed me, half owned me

A LOVELY LOVE Let it be alleys. Let it be a hallWhose janitor javelins epithet and thoughtTo cheapen hyacinth darkness that we soughtAnd played we found, rot, make the petals fall.Let it be stairways, and a splintery boxWhere you have thrown me, scraped me with your kiss,Have honed me, have released me after thisCavern kindness, smiled away our shocks.That is the birthright of our lovely loveIn swaddling clothes. Not like that Other one.Not lit by any fondling star above.Not found by any wise men, either. Run.People are coming. They must not catch us hereDefinitionless in this strict atmosphere. -Gwendolyn Brooks,…