Justice: Love is a juice with many tastes Some bitter, others sweet A wine which has few vineyards.
Justice: Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you Beyond this rage of poetry Let others have privacy Of touching words And love of loss of love For me, give me your hand.
Justice: Is it true the ribs can tell the kick Of a beast from a lover's fist? The bruised bones record it well The sudden shock, the hard impact Then swollen lids Sorry eyes spoke not of lost romance But of hurt Hate is often confused Its limits are in zones beyond itself And sadists will not learn that Love, by nature, extracts a pain Unequalled on the rack.
Justice: In a time of secret wooing Today prepares tomorrow's ruin Left knows not what right is doing My heart is torn asunder In a time of furtive sighs Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes Half-truths told and entire lies My conscience echoes thunder In a time when kingdoms come Joy is brief as summer's fun Happiness Its race has run Then pain stalks in to plunder.