Lovers

You are naked: me too:
tonight there has been nothing
between our two souls but a white heat.
Like Juliet, I wanted to cut you out in little stars,
conceal each fragment under my skin,
to be cherished for ever. I am so made
that I would sooner be unhappy with you
than happy with someone else.
But now already you are turning.
Let me not be a memory;
I am here: I am real. We loved.