Hello, my sweet enemy.

Your arms are a yawning chasm
A bottomless pit
The free-fall of growing intensity
And when you let go, I hit the floor.

So cold and hard is our affair-
Sleeping on the tile floor
Locking the door
Creeping up the stairs and
Falling down.
I guess I like the pain.

The mechanical eye has seen me.
I plunge to peril willingly.

Yet how can I leave?
None can love me; all are above me
In heart, in mind, in ambition, in beauty,
In soul and conscience and constitution.
My eyes and ears are windows:
I watch, but I cannot participate.
So it is with you and your implausible yarns.

Hello again-and again.