Their Beginning

Their illicit pleasure has been fulfilled.

They get up and dress quickly, without a word.

They come out of the house separately, furtively;

and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled,

it seems they sense that something about them betrays

what kind of bed they've just been lying on.

But what profit for the life of the artist:

tomorrow, the day after, or years later, he'll give voice

to the strong lines that had their beginning here.