Why?
by Damson

When you're with her-
do you really think
of me?

Do you feel me-
when you're in her,
and is it hard--
for you not to see
my face?

When you touch her skin-
pale and cool,
do you catch a fever anyway?

and...
When you lie there
finished-
drawn up
beside her,

do you wonder why
you stay,
when you really love me?