MY DEAR DOPPELGANGER
I cannot dream of losing myself
so I will answer with a gesture
even if I have to repeat it over
and over again. Dearest echo, please return
to me, my Valentine boomerang circling
in the desert night air. I love myself now
because together, and more than once,
we have challenged the language of self.
Although I have thought of nothing new today,
I will love the horse whose mane flows freely
in the wind, unsaddled, and without lucky horse shoe.
Your vision has walked with me loosely on the beaches
of Thessaloniki, the winding streets of Venice,
and the early morning light of Prague.
We think together, we drink together, we will sink
together. Reach out for that ornate wooden box
for within it is my love letter.