i cry all the time
in bed
with you
while you're asleep
or looking away from me
(as you often are)
i cry in the middle of the satin night
awaking from
a dream
where it's daytime
and we spend
ourselves
under the sun
sitting on a park bench
drinking coffee
talking

i cry because morning
is arriving
knocking
and i'll have to go
because i can't have you
because you are the dream
and i am not yours

i cry
because loving you
is falling off a mountain
into a volcanic storm

my love is black and wet
i cry
at night
in bed with you