i slide myself from under your touch
allowing your softness to drip off me
like forested rain leaching life from a leaf
you have nourished me, and yet,
there has been no sunlight in your presence.
i remember the way your skin glides
against my own; i can still smell your
perfumed hair as it tickled me awake
many nights i slept to the sounds of your
gentle slumber; but now, i have awakened.
we are alike, you and i,
enough so that lovemaking with you
is a spiritual homosexuality; my words
cannot procreate into sonnets,
as your denials supplant my desire.
i cannot be myself, for being too much you
and, as i love you, daily, i beseech
you, depart from me, that i may
suffer in your absence, and thereby
grow in my own presence.