I was rugged when I hear you sing
I was torn when sunray says you just wing
Winging out of me, dearly, powerfully, menacely
Your being sparks my poetic eyes
and yours lie the same gentlest

I hear you sing this first time
And hope is suddenly spooned
by torment
by prescribed impossibility
that I could never be anything
but a listener
lasting in a far away land
clouding myself with poor mud

repeating your voice
with warmth as wishes of the false kitty
meawing at your soul
that's already reserved for the other.