How hard it is for me, who livein the excitement of womenand have the desire for themin my mouth like salt. Yetyou have taken me and quieted me.You have been such light to methat other women have beenyour shadows. You come near mewith the nearness of sleep.And yet I am not quiet.It is to be broken. It is to betorn open. It is not to bereached and come to rest inever. I turn against you,I break from you, I turn to you.We hurt, and are hurt,and have each other for healing.It is healing. It is never whole.