Book of Longing

I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book

Is it you who is waiting, Sahara, or is it me?

But I admired the Communists for their pig-headed devotion to something absolutely wrong.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin. Even though she wakes you with a kiss. Do not say the moment was imagined. Do not stoop to strategies like this.

you would look at me and it never occurred to me that you might be choosing the man of your life

Beloved, I’m yours As I’ve always been From marrow to pore From longing to skin

I see my life In full review It was never me It was always you

There is no need That this survive There’s truth that lives And truth that dies

For less than a second Our lives will collide The endless suspended The door open wide