How does one stop the feeding of desire?
This beast consumes my time and space and fire,
then licks my hand and lies to rest
like homeless kitten on my chest.
I go to meet you, but can never find
the phantom I created in my mind,
there's just this being in his flesh and bone,
who stands impenetrable and alone,
like me, in front of ever-faulty mirror
of someone else. Oh let me be unclear
about what I want with you and when,
my dear stranger, my desired man.