“PERFECT LOVER” 10 Oct 94 / 17 Mar 02

An empty prayer to stone
God hears nothing
and says nothing in return
an alibi is love
a conversation raises hopes
love could be
somewhere inside you

Freedom is that
of time on my hands
in the flesh
the image collapsed
just like me
the perfect lover
is just like me
So human. So flawed.
So like nobody special at all.

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