He fills my thoughts now;

so like the others...

Will he betray me when

he owes me nothing?

He has been lover...

I have been sexing him...

But how do I say that I long to protect him?

How do I tell him when I can not see him?

When my mind is filled with erotic imaginings?

How do I say that it's more than just sex?

Why does the heart of this

echoe inside of us?

Why are my feelings of love so complex?

Why am I asking why now that there's nothing?

No boundries or rules...

But of course we are fools...

To believe there is nothing when

I've held him to me.

Why does he turn now & face away only?

Why only give me his body?

So lonely...

So saddened...

So maddened...

So far I have only

said what I thought was safe & allowed...

Now have I lost him &

what has this cost him?

I ask now in vain -

In this queer dreary rain...

these tears of Shakespear's...

From my eyes...

"Who Art Though?"

- For Andrew James Black -