Shield my eyes
I adore too much
I lose thought
I lose breath
I found reason…
convince my eyes
to turn away from
that vision
of desire
of comfort.
I am soothed
even without his touch –
ever…
soundly sleeps my sadness
with its bed-partner, mortality.
I simply grit my teeth
infatuated
with his presence and
sorrowed
at his impartiality.
SEPTEMBER 2000