This is his style of writing for most part:
As the world gathers momentum toward nihilation
on all fronts--we walk apart,
each to his own lonely end. . . not hand in hand as lovers walk.
Yet I would enter time's infinite pages more happily with you
then in the company of Christs and Dantes-comets and constellations!
Darling. . . before the distance widens beyond reach and sight-
look this way, give me your hand-that stars may say of us:
The last we saw of them was when they kissed,
then beautifully naked walked as if into a sea of bright blue water-
leaving their bodies like old clothes upon the shore.
Walter Benton
