i Intent
imagine I have an obligation
creating a lot of vertigo as I please
and subtly
to color your hair,
draw the broad outlines of your eyes,
set you shapes to your body,
white dress if you're coming day
or dark blue if I'm going to enlighten with the moon
then I open my night
silence transparent margin
to invent a meeting in insomnia
and run off with my madness believable to your lips
to catch every tear from your eyes on my pillow
Nothing is more abstract
that darn melancholy with simulated passion,
but at least
I can hear your voice and warmth of touch
while I
what you're doing now?
what time is it in new york?
