If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.

With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.

What did my arms do before they held you?

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.