You're so yourself sometimes I'm sure it's you
in front of me & not the nothing I have use
to see or that mostly I'm looking for like looking
& waiting to be that other. Clarity & perfection
are like, of no use to an incomplete mind, mind
killed to prove the other, that is our beauty.
I can't see you but I can see myself wanting
you, to write that down, which I have done in
the past & had you more in front of me. You had
just been there, it had been hours, & your
energy is bright a hundred feet away, that its
image is strongly etched years later, making itself
my double between this double couch & coffee
table, good for any moment I want to see you.
