How do I know I love her

Seeing you first, I rushed From first fill of the heart, To first tenderness of a poem Seeing me then, you stared With that diamond look of silence Black from your black eyes Shimmering from your shining face Blinding...

I write these poems imagining
  That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
  That you are seeing the heart of me

Like a fool I am trying to Match your indifference With mine. But I will eventually Die of indifference poison While you, You will soak yourself in The love of your twins, of your children Growing ever more bright Ever...

So with lowered head,
I give to you,
My last missive:
The best that I wish for you and me,
Is to be a stranger to one another.

Heavy heart. Price one pays for not having two bodies.

It would be nice To touch those hands To press those fingers To take them in my hands To take them in my fingers To kiss them Feel the damp sweat of her palms on my face Would be nice To put my arm around her shoulders...