Rah: I said that Jacobean night,
when the weather was more than a clash.
You did not try to say hi.
You passed me and yet looked at my eyes.
No position of anger.
No position to hide.
Please dingle when you press me.
You press me like a seal.
Wax me like a paper.
Pouch octopuses into the end of the sea.
If you eat them in a sushi you might see,
a telephone,
a call.
A misunderstood missing.
A germinated clone.
No, please do not leave me!
Not without a hole in my soul.