If I should reach out and touch you,
Please do not think that I love you
Into this earth we have built ourselves,
You and I.
Like so many caves that dot the mountainsides,
Dark and deep, cool and damp.
I loved her.
Not because she was beautiful,
Even though she was.
The curve of her body did not hypnotize me,
To the old couple inside the restaurant, sitting next to the window with us right outside:
Keep glaring...if you happen to get a flat tire or need help a ways down the road, we'll still stop and help.
Let the silence come.
Let it come and wrap around me like a blanket.
Let my head by clear,
my ears be numb,