My lover is my longing
For she has kept me so much company
Lain by my side
Gangly limbs covering mine
As I wait for another’s arms To embrace this emptiness
My mistress stays
Through these days
Luring my loneliness outward
With her seductive flute
She makes from me
A new object of affection
From all, I cannot have
She surrenders to me
A creativity
That climaxes every time I grasp too tightly to keep
If I cannot have this world
Then she and I will make love
To conceive our own child of beauty
That I alone control
My lady would be lovely If only her gifts were real.
