In my dark night you snarl
with your elephantine memory.
Like a fox you sneak into my last thoughts
and tear at my heart
Please let me be.
Please slip by in the night and don’t come knocking.
But like the ticking hands of time
you call on me most regularly
As the gulf of days widen
between me and what you say you are,
The skillful play of my beleaguered senses
blurs and scuffs your edges…
Until at last, I can believe – in time –
that you got lost: Unable to claw a way through.
And there I can sleep and lose myself to dreams.
Free from your growls and echoes of snarls,
free to love again.