If loosening is lessening an' losing,
I'll cut my tongue for fear of speaking truth,
Of learning it, of deeming it confusing.
Whatever happens, I will stand aloof.

If numbness is an underwater blessing,
Then give me air in bubbles or in a kiss,
I'll fall for you from some high-boated vessel -
Whatever happens, try to stand remiss.

If love is just a feeling, let me pass it
To someone, for I cannot feel enough -
I disappear in you, my heart, as vastly
As in the sea, as in the hollow laugh.

But if I tell these words with great conviction -
I lie, my love, my friend, my realm, my fiction.