you being in love... (XII)

you being in love

will tell who softly asks in love,

am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely

to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:

entirely having in my careful how

careful arms created this at length

inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from several

persons: believe me that strangers arrive

when i have kissed you into a memory

slowly, oh seriously

-that since and if you disappear

solemnly

myselves

ask "life, the question how do i drink dream smile

and how do i prefer this face to another and

why do i weep eat sleep-what does the whole intend"

they wonder. oh and they cry "to be, being, that i am alive

this absurd fraction in its lowest terms

with everything cancelled

but shadows

-what does it all come down to? love? Love

if you like and i like,for the reason that i

hate people and lean out of this window is love,love

and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason

that i do not fall into this street is love."