Too many things

too many poems
about the way
you got inside of me

too many things
i tried to do
or thought i had to be. . .

too many kisses
touching off fire
between our souls

too many times
we smoked and drank
and played our little roles. . .

too many tales
were told to you
and you believed them all

too many moments
we had to run
and should have learned to crawl. . .

1987