days go by without it crossing my mind
no trinket in a store reminds me
no song, no place, no touch
not in my mind’s eye, my dreams
the waters of my heart are calm
the warm, sweet river underflows through my temple
i feel nothing
i want nothing
here we both are without desire
no current moves through our tangled fingers
lips drip dry… did we do that?
don’t remember
it doesn’t count anyway
just this, only that
your hunt never ends, i exist in solitude
i don’t love you.