Eyes in the Dark

I’m not dramatic,
But intense—
Everything focused
Heightened by tens.

I keep apart—
A hermit on a desert,

But everything
Goes through my heart
And emerges
With your lipstick

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Isolation
Makes me sensitive.

I write best at night
while animals sleep,
the house creaks...
My soul bleak.

I’m Ulysses
Every time I reach
Beyond my circle of light,

And yes, I'm no saint;
It's true—

But I still venture out
To find you.