I know you the way sick animals know the herbs which would heal
Them. I cannot explain why it's you, and write on a blackboard
The formula of your force, but I feel -- transfixing my limbs
Are the nails of my waiting for you, and fast are your hammers
To hold me upon the cross of my nights. I lack you within.
Losing language from anguish, against the roles we were playing.
I know you by instinct. Blindly I find you, seeking relief.