1
The silent way
they glided
side by side,
I couldn’t decide
which one
was the lover,
which one
the beloved.
2
Wherever you went,
a white attic room
with one small window followed.
The dimwits and dipshits
knew your name,
but only I knew your location,
and that afterward
we’d fall asleep,
sometimes entwined.
3
My sadness grows fatter
than a circle
when we make love,
bedazzling
a backyard telescope,
just like spring
but imbued
with the red of fall.
