in a white room and a curtain fluttered*

"That which you hold holds you" 

 -Tom Robbins

You who come to me in sleep

touch me

fold my body to your body—

mock me, 

your pity eyes dark

in the woods

by the water

inside the gazebo—

I love you.

Love me. 

Don't—

You leave me when I wake.

You leave me when I wake. 

*From "Try to Praise the Mutilated World" by Adam Zagajewski