Thursday, September 11, 2014

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. 

You leave me when I wake.

You leave me when I wake. 

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

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