i sit here naked on my floor writing
poems of you
because i am obsessed with you
i come here clipping pictures by the door
because i am on love with you
and i am in love with obsession and
pbsessed with... well, you know...
and the road is to you
after being tired and frustrated
i am completely fascinated again
by the site of you
no dullness will do
after traveling down the same streets
bored by their lame treats the fire of
you
the desire for you grows
and the sight
of your behind is like the host in monstrance
the memory of your face
has all the grave of a novena
nine days nine nights
here all at once