Soul so close, whatever you think of I know, but I want more convincing proof.
Do not arrive and say, Now I am here. Our closeness is not like that.
I am a support column in your house, a waterspout on your roof.
I share with you the secrets
that others will tell on their last day.
This is no ordinary friendship. I attend your banquet as wine is passed around the table.
Like lightning, I am an expert at dying. Like lightning, this beauty has no language. It makes no difference whether I win or lose.
You sit with us in a congregation of the dead, where one handful of dirt says, I was once a head of hair. Another, I was a backbone. You say nothing.
Love comes in saying, I can deliver you from yourself in this moment.
Now lover and beloved grow quiet. My mouth is burning with sweetness.