Monosyllables

And I do love her,
thought I as I fell
into her warmth,

but when I break through the imitation
wax paper surface of first sight,
and hit the concrete reminiscence
of other loves,

I see that it will come to nothing--
to monosyllables
or a no-goodbye
disappearance.

But tonight she unexpectedly
enters through the sealed orifices
of my white walled room;

she peaks around the corner
of my eye, winnows
through my bones,

and as if I am a woodwind
through whom her whistling emits ideas,
she sings and I find: she is I, and she is none.