"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
