How should I write a poem of love?
I, who am selfish, small, and alone?
“First, stuff your craw with caviar and doves,
The best of the best, stolen gold and emperors’ bones.”
I listened to the voice and ran everywhere
Stuffing myself with rarities and riches.
Surely if one is stuffed with beauty up to here
One’s speech will be all eloquence and wishes.
But, no. I did not know it then
But what I needed most was nothingness–
That empty feeling, that utter lack
That would let me be filled with you again and again,
Like a vessel whose emptiness keeps holding more kisses,
And hears in your voice every morning the morning lark.