“What of you, mam?”

What of me now that I’ve seen you,

What of me now that I’ve loved you.

What of me now,

That a part of my heart that wanted you

Feels complete even marginally,

Like a traveler bare-footed

Lost in the desert,

Dusty, torn clothes, lonesome and lost,

Does chance upon a cactus

Tearing it with his bare hands,

this is the state you make of me, love.

Do I not...