I wish someone would love my body
more than my soul.
To love my soul is to love nothing
more than the whole
sensational thing that is my body;
it is to love the memories
my body has of
autumn, winter, spring and summer
in a first love.
The mercy of memories!
Yes, my body will grow older.
will totter, will fail
the test of cold infinity
but let me feel
its affinity for growing colder.