a poem i never published for fear w- had found me

to dare honesty i must one
day tell him about you man
across the sea. i demand his
fidelity in body mind & soul

it is a crushing demand. one
i cannot give him. will not -

my soul is mine, my mind
given to a numerical abyss

my body his: for how long
i dare not say: each day i

grow stronger able to face
my past, the grief i caused

myself and my beloved by
my wanton disregard to his

propriety. how could it hurt
my love if my love did not

know - he knew. he knew
like i knew his love for me

i am almost there like yarn
pulled from a badly crochet

row: in my life i part with very little. i may
not have it but i know where it is. in w-'s life
he parts with everything: knows not where
it goes, his ease in changing is my love
for him. my truth is his honesty: his truth
my deceit

my apologies for my deceit my hazel eyed man
i deceive all - and it is in my plans to never again
be so...