(oh, when there are two of us
we two, together, is what I feel for-
but you ...)

I take the lover's privilege:
I brood in daylight
draped over furniture sighing, "Ah, my love ..."
singing along to the dim music on the radio
waiting ...

("we" is me with you
"I" is a fond lover
but you ...)

when I am "we"
there is
as, bragging, we pass down the avenues
parading through coffee shops and nightclubs
seeking what urges completion in the traditional way-

for what is "you" in love
but "me" in the mirror?