my source of love
aspiring as it may
be - one is flesh
the other not - i like the not
more than i like the flesh -
and so each night i wake
only to find flesh gone: still
i cannot sleep - for i am in
your dreams - odd dreams
you tell me about and odder
ones you don't - as i write i
cry - not the uncontrollable
angry tears - the ones that
roll down the cheeks and
land so quietly only i can
hear
