the world is focused, and I know it.

When she walks out of the world
I know I must have her if I'm ever to be whole again.

V.

WILL YOU HEAR ME?

Will you hear me
across the miles, over these distances?
There is an ocean between us
and still I dream of you,
entreat my words
to try and reach you.

I close my eyes
and see you: it is springtime and you are walking
along the narrow streets of Prague,
hurrying over the cobblestones.

I ask my words to greet you,
to be the perfect stranger
I was once, who you then
welcomed into your life
and, after a time, into your bed.

Will you hear me