Anesthesia

    In the white room of my desire
    I have grown cold and still
    Anesthetized
    My heart is lying on the bed next to me, covered with a sheet
    A white casing, brittle, shields the rest of my body
    from the beatings of that heart.

    Once, seeing you left me full, brimming
    with my need and infatuation.
    Your mirage danced in waves of heat
    pressed down against the flat face of the desert
    in the company of some lonely tree.
    Now I am ever emptier,
    gasping at the vast sky above me
    powder blue and hard
    etched with clouds in grey and white.
    I don't imagine you, only your absence.

    So I fold myself cool and smooth
    into a white lily, long-necked, in water
    as beautiful in immersion as if it still lived.

    8/14/96

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