Detachment

Poems are miraculous—
only to be felt,
how else could we touch them?

You are true like a poem.
I never signed
the easy contract 
of having you,
of living with you...
I set out precisely to remain
beyond your reach.

Let not even a hint
of my restlessness reach your body,
let my sighs
never trouble you.

Your trembling voice...
my love will not touch it, even so.