Sentience
I'm really schizophrenic...
I hear myself laughing,
I know, it is unusual
And really must feel good.
But...I don't feel it.
And so, I place the black protective cap
Upon the yellow pen
And choose the silver metal one
And write these lines.
How can I sleep...avoid time...
I can't.
To whom can I express this overwhelming need
To love?
Not you.
For it is you...for whom I wait.
Old ladies, crippled men, quiet dogs...
These are your friends.
My wine glass fills with easy grace.
The golden liquid suits me well.
It was a good year for Brad'or...
This mellow beer...
I don't want to just make love to you;
Though this act, the most fulfilling single act
That I have ever known is gifted me...
I want still more...
To wake and brew your coffee
Find the dishes in the sink
Grow old with you
Wash you from my beard
Cry
Sleep with cramps from lying still
Beside you.
Cry...for crying is not sadness
It is really just intense emotion.
Children, no, we're not; nor magi.
And I would say...I love you.