Why No One Ever Dreams of Monogamy

I.

My heart is lost
In a wilderness of spikes
Forever trying to surrender
Its way out.

It only burrows in the darkness for more warmth,
Hoping there is something large enough
For all its missing parts,
Something empty enough
To fit inside...

II.

I see the dark-haired lady in her library
With a pile of books, a sheaf of notes, a glass of wine--
A grand colossal mess--
And eyes that cry for help,

These are the eyes I desire,
That would see the way I speak to no one listening,
That would shiver at the nuance of my thought,
That would show me how I can, in helping others, help myself--

She walks up the ladder to the top-most shelf
And flies away forever...
My instructions are read as love notes
By jealous bureaucrats, who ask me to explain
If this is to be filed under "shame" or just "betrayal."