I once
fell intoo deep
infatuation with a boy.

I was so entranced
by the meaning of his many silences

the nod of his head
at each glimpse of my weaknesses

that while we barely touched
in greeting
or parting

our emotion-hill
arose every level.

His melancholy became
my melancholy.

My decadence became
his decadence.

I embraced
wholly.

Left hand, right hand
right foot, left foot

until my entirety was his.

And

no--

I don't dote on
terrified tear-drops
created
in spite of you

boy.