U is from Ulysses, for Burkan
I remember how you nailed me, up against the wall
my limbs hung like a picture you wanted to remember.
I know what boys want—those awful thunderbolts—
but you look more of a man with [your] beard
grown in, and I have grown tired of wrangling.
I was pale with excitement, drawing out the thing
by the hour, but you can’t fool a lover.
Once or twice I had a suspicion.
I found the long hair on [your] coat.
Tell me who are you thinking of?
Who is it? Tell me [a] name.
I am not a nymph like Calypso.
Nor I am Helen of Troy.
For years, I walked beside you and now
I wake up alone every morning
to unravel another day at the loom.
Waiting and waiting for what?
Every day is an odyssey
and I am as cunning as no man
traversing the cosmos alone.
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