I need you to understand
That I may move out suddenly
From the bed
At 3 AM like
A word I had been hunting down
Had returned to me
And I will offer you no preamble
Nor let you ascend the solitary train
That goes where greater forces force it to
But simply say, 'I need poetry.'
I will describe the exact specie of the poem
And look at you, hungrily, almost Electra-like in my
desperation
And you can Google a poem if you like
And read it out to me groggily,
And that would be enough to let me sleep for the night.
But I would want to hear you whisper a name
Like it was permanently lodged in your memory
Even if it had nothing to do
With my particular specie.
I will smile at you
Offer no epilogue
And sleep again.
It was not poetry I needed
But the knowledge that if I did need it
Even at,
Especially at,
3 AM
Your voice would be enough.
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