Height took two thirds of your leg.
A subtle change in posture, movement and grace,
A scar; I don't care. Stay the same.

My mother once told me:
You need to find someone who challenges you.
Lost, lost, lost. There is a mind in a mind within someone who challenges,
I don't see it. It is water-weight in my mind.
I am, I amn't, I am. Develop a complex, visual lover.

Lover who's flowers end on my floor, drying,
in a vase my father fashioned for my mother,
which I took vainly, in the hope innocence could be restored.
I restored it, I hope you realize that.

Sit in your hospital bed.
Though other men pace about worriedly I am with you.
While I fantasize about two lives,
bound by vanity and actual true love.