Ron Hicks* - Study of a Couple
I’m not dying of love:
I’m dying of you,
my love-dying of the love of you,
of my dire need for my skin of you,
of my soul and my mouth of you,
of the miserable wretch I am without you.
I’m dying of you and me, of both
of us, of this-
ripped to shreds, torn apart,
the two of us are dying, dying of it.