From "A Suspicion of Sun", justWords, 1996.
To Siri Apart From Me
Your eyes whispered tears,
And the cold fears of your parting lips
Continued to touch me
Far beyond that passage of checks and customs
Evacuating your presence
From my world of sense.
So rare is my connexion now
That my senses stretch toward nothing
Less essential than me ... .
But apart from me
I envisage you being clearly
Involved with love existing at all
Apart from me seeing you
More distantly akin to me
Groping sensual complements
To our present rare love severed
By the unthinkable intelligence
Bordering this world.
ŠjustWords, Thomas Albert For