That's a great one, Carl. (You've got a typo, though -- should be "hid his face.") Here's a short poem by James Merrill:
RENEWAL
Having used every subterfuge
To shake you, lies, fatigue, even that of passion,
Now I see nothing but a clean break.
I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.
You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge,
A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.
We sit, watching. When I next speak
Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.
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