Sunday, April 15, 2007

From "thirsty poems"


through dreams you betrayed me


excuse me! my dreams of your infidelity
where? on the street, astride the dredger
with? a snow leopard, another woman,
dirty, dirty dens one through to three.


but of course! though still, I grant, a dream
how? it still hurts and excites me
is it? the link between the real and how to feel
is not so sturdy, sturdy then as I believe


and yet also, I must have wanted it?
I wake to find I am still in love with you
and can forgive the wicked things I made you do.
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