Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here,
where I go or come from; it’s peculiar
for no one asks – or gives a damn
but I care. Ask me and I’ll tell you
how I love each rock and tree
and each smile I see on every child
reminds me (regardless of the sun and stars)
most of all there’s you. You who
haunts my days my nights, lying
awake I think of you. I must not speak
I dare not move. For fear my love
may smother you: kindness I do not crave
keep me alive keep me depraved…
while you are there, there is life
fulfill my desires and I would die.
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