this leather hangs so
thick with your scent.
this place speaks so
loud of your life.
for so many years now
i have wanted someone
yielding like you and
deeply quietly being.
if i could embody you
in these clumsy words,
i would be again christ
and be first of my kind.
but as a sculptor can't
shape the organs within,
i can't mold the person
that i have come to love
with giant words of lead
and heaving empty phrases.
