This is why you are here.
When something is planned
it is called an event.
When something happens
it is called happenstance.
I want to tell you how exquisite
your hair smells, you, who take me
in your arms. I want to tell you
my tears are from an old wound,
what the circumstance was and why.
You, whose eyes are half-closed,
you, who say nothing, who draw
your body to mine and say nothing.