my heart, weak seductress
moves me surely to the grave
as the willows will be moved
by the drizzle of a half-hearted rain.
half-hearted, me in love but sleeping
with warmth and a face, future fleeting
with wonder at stars above and alcohol,
a haze, a fog, a fire by the sea,
I dream, and motion with my hand
the sign of hello and good-bye. It is
good.
