I didn't think of you
at all today:
As I awoke you were
not catlike curled
Behind my sleeping
eyes. When the yellow
Dawn yawned,
dispelled the night's last shades of grey
I didn't think your
honeyed hair unfurled
A flag of shouldered
gold. And when, below
A woman's ear I saw,
like yours, a mole,
I didn't think to
think of you. Tonight
No star reminds me of
your eyes' bright soul
Where I might find my
own quite drowned in light.
My every thought's
been free of you! No strings
To pull me back to
you from busy things.
I haven't thought of you at all, I vow!
No more than I am thinking of you now.
