Words Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable.
Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la.
See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you.
For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.