I'm really schizophrenic...

I hear myself laughing,

I know, it is unusual

And really must feel good.

But...I don't feel it.

And so, I place the black protective cap

Upon the yellow pen

And choose the silver metal one

And write these lines.

How can I sleep...avoid time...

I can't.

To whom can I express this overwhelming need

To love?

Not you.

For it is you...for whom I wait.

Old ladies, crippled men, quiet dogs...

These are your friends.

My wine glass fills with easy grace.

The golden liquid suits me well.

It was a good year for Brad'or...

This mellow beer...

I don't want to just make love to you;

Though this act, the most fulfilling single act

That I have ever known is gifted me...

I want still more...

To wake and brew your coffee

Find the dishes in the sink

Grow old with you

Wash you from my beard

Cry

Sleep with cramps from lying still

Beside you.

Cry...for crying is not sadness

It is really just intense emotion.

Children, no, we're not; nor magi.

And I would say...I love you.