In my secret life
She holds me
I whisper in her ear
We bathe for hours together
We speak of Buddhist deer

I talk about her father
She talks about my mom
Trinity Episcopal
Hotel room after prom

In my actual life
I sleep again alone
Obsessively write poems
Rarely answer the phone

Probably born too late for God
Mountain in the mist
Embers, burning embers
Genuflection. Kiss.

                      Miss