We waste away
a little each day.
Soon, we'll be Nothing
again.

(from a work-in-progress)

The stars are dead
in a world that never lasts.
Surely you've better things to do
than live in the past.

It's so hard
not to tell you
how much I love you
every time we talk.

So when I'm alone,
I just whisper it
and hope you hear it
someday.

You make me say things
that are so embarrassing,
but if you'll continue to allow me
the privilege of knowing you,
then so shall it be,
so shall it be.

E.E.M. (2000)

All the things I said I didn't mean -
that's the way it should be.
I never said I loved you
because I did.
But two unspeakable loves
stood twisted between us,
each silent because of the other,
compromising one another,
like a child exposing his mother.
You're all I ever wanted, all I ever needed;
if only you or I were different in one way -
either from you or from me -
then the world would be a better place to be.

To a Prostitute (1992)

Tuesday night,
after hours of sex,
I took a shower
to wash you off me.

Arriving home late,
I was slapped in the face.
Yet again, I didn't wash
myself well enough.

To Brother (1992)

Years before, we two were scientists,
experimenting with forms of pleasure.
Hypotheses never existed on my behalf.
Although knowing the conclusion, I wanted
the result the procedure produced: orgasm.