Monologue

Monologue

I tend to overlook
the obvious.

Nothing wrong

with some skin covering

the exact dimensions

of my desire

when you are by my side

in a dream.

I deposit time

in your body, divide

myself between

you and your eyes.

I say: it’s the last time.

Listen, and self-destruct.

Seagulls and

the surf approach

and touch me

but they are not

your hand.

I watch you sleep

Among the far away oceans,

my Ulysses, and understand why

mermaids sing to heroes.

I approach you with my echo, 

but you remain distant,

fortified in your alliances.