*

Leaving for a fraction
Love blinks its cautious eye
Its prey had run away
Then back with some unfitting difference
Subtracting a piece of her perfection
Tracing steps
That I myself would not take
Bruised deeper by denial of that other world
Which is empty of her wants
His shape is not hers
His mind I do not fight
I sin as I dream of a diminishing link
Between them.