The visits

Which would you have?

To have him whenever you want
- and for however long?
With his smiles partial,
And his mind’s eyes
Beckoned by some inward shore,
So the relentless waves of your desires
Only lapse at his reluctant thighs?

Or to have him for only an hour
Of every moon, perhaps
With his silence giving oxygen,
With his sighs, dark, warm, dry,
Eagerly waiting for the spark of your affection!
And his whole being: an oven
In which love will be cooked from the profanity of everyday love?
And then, the recurrent goodbye,
And then, a different silence — all the more different for it sounds the same,
And then, a different solitude,
A different you.