The trouble with waking up
is that you have to stay awake.
There is no sleep when the voices
turn or when the world rubs up
against you like a hungry cat.
There is no getting away
or being silent.. Sex wants
you even more than you want it.
You invent love because the body
is hungry and your mind wants
feeding. Love becomes you
though you know you don't
like him, you want to leave but
love sucks you back and you suck
him and love it and he loves you and
won't say then you won't stay because
there's love and there is Love and this
isn't it. You know in your glabrous
heart this isn't it. It's your hunger
singing to you like a cat.