To love someone is torture
Because we worry about the future—
This moment not big enough to contain our love;
This moment too small to contain wanting someone
Again and again and again.
When I talked to you,
It was only to read your mind.
We are helpless when we love someone;
It is so important for our lover to be kind.
We must find out, and the only way to find out
Is to get inside their mind.
Impossible! So the body must do.
My desire—pity my desire!—is sadly chasing the infinity of you.
Pictures are better; and, better still,
When you don’t look at the camera; you are beautiful
In the oblivion of yourself, looking upwards, at a future state
Of sweet drift, where nothing is heavy or locked; not a shadow, not a doubt, not a gate—
You, floating to me for a kiss, eyes finding mine, smiling, saying, darling, I know why you are late.
