If You Cannot Be True

Like the golem, roam our city
at my bidding. Love other women
the way I asked you; touch them
with my thumb's inkprint,
my pupil's pinprick, turn their necks
with my absent tongue. When I call,
climb back in bed, our box:
shut out the light of the faithless world.

Copyright © 2006 Hayden Draper All rights reserved
from Meridian
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission