the trysts

i look at you the one i love
the one i often make love with

and i pity myself as i have
degraded the quality of my being

i am asking, how can i be in love
to such a fool?

it is a question that i have long
answered as i continue meeting

you making love with you and
we never said  a word for it.

doing nothing

sorry but i have to leave you
once in while to discover myself

i am lost and no one knows it
i am not found i know it

sorry but i have to be somewhere
a place that you do not know

i am here now wondering and
wandering for days and days

i am sitting upon the floors of
an old house doing nothing.