What I need is not an elephantine

foreplay of three days.

I need to write poetry. But true

love poetry can only come

through celibacy.

A look, a touch, a word,

a belief and a knowledge

of something more

that will never be physical.

A desire known but never

shown

A love so real, so pure

so honest that it is never,

never manifest.

I must never forget that I can

always remember

But I always forget that I

never remember.