Thou art the view
outside my window,
but not the view
in my own meadow.
Thou art the spectacular ray--
o' light ev'ry mornin',
But thou only--
wake me up for nothin'.
A part o' me wants
to savor thy presence.
Thou, alone, give strength
to my exhausted resilience.
A part o' me wants
to caress and explore thy skin.
Kindly enshroud me
in that curtain made o' satin.
A part of me longs
for thy touch, a divine friction!
Thou art ev'ry nailed needle
in this acupunctural crucifixion.
Losing ev'ry piece of thee
marks a bloody retrogression!
Loving thee may be a sin but--
I'd rather be engulfed
by thy sweet corruption.
Thou may not be mine;
Thou may be the smoke
comin' out o' my chimney,
the waste excreted
by my kidney;
But thou, my unwrinkled stardust,
will ne'er be
an epitome o' repulsion.
Thy gravitation
will ne'er be
an expulsion;
Thou, alone,
art the static attraction
to my irreversible introversion!