To Janie
Dreams of you,
Laughing, lying together,
Pointing at the constellations,
Glancing, you asked, "Do you love me?"
Growling I said, "No."
You look at me stangely,
Walking away,
Smiling, turning, smiling.
Silhouetted by sunlight,
Disappearing into Red,
Calling, crying,
"Do you love me?"
I ran and awoke screaming,
"I do not love you!"
And only the dresser mirror's eyes,
Stared, judging me,
While you were sleeping.