"a living stone" i was one of these
i recall the time on the couch when i
was toppled over: then there was the
shared bed - at first water, then hard
a translucent softness arose, we clearly
claimed sides and one was too hot and i
was so cold, after all i was stone - plain
i belonged on the brown couch there i
spent each night dreaming i was held
he says we are all pack animals: even
living stones
