Forrest Gander

Whatever you think I've done
hasn't killed you.
So shut up.
Your friends have gone
like the northern constellations.
Your friends have left you
with me, I leave you
the same. Open your lips,
husband. If I thought I would drain
the murky bath of your sadness,
I watched you instead
slip into the water
without your glasses.
You are so white
like polished wood, poised
like William and Mary chairs.
You know quite a lot,
but not about me.
Follow now
to the bedroom with my nakedness
the only light.