but I’m turning to my verses

The Afghan Whigs: Be For Real

I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.

Words! be
sick as I am sick, swoon,
roll back your eyes, a pool,

and I’ll stare down
at my wounded beauty
which is only a talent
for poetry. . .

. . . I embraced a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.

Frank O’Hara