I resist intoxication
With your whirlwind smile and quiet scholar's voice
You can teach my hasty fingers to control
Their temptation-quickened writing, and these words.
But you could as quickly throw me to the wolves,
And with pity smile upon my heart's distress,
If you found me wallowing in drunk delight
In your liquid starlight.
Shine on me, shine on:
I will take in moderation what you serve.
What you offer is too precious to let pass,
But too delicate to grasp as drowning men
Catch at straw and find it torn and suddenly
Without substance. I control my hands and heart
And resist intoxication, easily