my beloved myI knew you at first sight, (this is) my beloved my
hands and lips and eyes and pose
(you. The dreamer speaking in an empty room)
And again, clearly:
on the edge of summer
4682 kilometersWhat stretchestenuous
across the open sweep of my ribs
and trembles with the wretched courage of thread.
(i spend my days suturing the wear)
In this dream of heated oceans
and of tortuous feverpaths of sand
i wake to thoughts of
you and empty highways.