Q As we've been with each other
in touchable space never;
you must've wondered,
when I've moved or you've:
Is this funny?

If this be a game, is anyone winning?
From the scrabbled board,
beyond angelfire pictionaries,
I'd seek, if you'd, to buy furniture
for a place, still implacably invisible.

Where we could live enough, well fed,
even as we might dally for a time
for our old, squeaky brass bed,
wistful with you and me in reach,
to sing, and sing, and sing, sing, sing.
what's it to you?
who go