(Dec 28, 1994)

I see my lover's hair
Lying in my bathroom sink,
Precious hair of my lover.
The porcelin white
Is chalky pale,
Cold and lifeless,
And the red-grey strands
Of my lover's tresses
Breathe life into that dead whiteness.
And I think to myself,
She has been here!
She is here!
Of all the men
Whose lives you might have chosen
To fill
With your generous and loving presence,
Thank you for choosing mine!

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