Euphoria

I only see you

For a little while.

Not the you I see every day

The you that tap dances

On all of my good nerves.

The you of you. The parts

That awaken when you are asleep.

When you are here

And I am here

I remember so much it hurts.

There are so many lives and voices

One would be too much.

There are multitudes.

One thousand lives

Wrap heartstrings

Round my throat

And I would drown

The true death of love —

to suffocate and be sickened by it—

In one instant I see

Ten times as many loves.

And I know everything

And I know you have always been

The best.

Not always the most

Gritty and gruesome and

Gorgeous,

Longing for and loving

For

An eternity.

But there is no me

(In any one of an infinite

number of universes,

In multitudes of lives)

Without you.