LOVE POEM sh! the poet is sleeping outside the police sirens call to one another on the near and far streets like the voices of his various desires singing in competition with each other and now one siren rises above them all purer and more urgent more a part of this night till the dogs too raise their voices windows go clean trees shake their heads but he is sleeping and does not know he is not even in his own dreams tonight his body no longer belongs to him for he has given it (all except the little smile) to someone else so sh! say nothing for at the sound of your voice even the breath between your teeth he wakes