yes...
let me give you dreams
and few meaningless words like
I am with you and
I hold you
never meaning them

then switching off lamps
watching my naked body
making shadows on whitewashed fences
making scaring shapes against
sneaking street light inside
holding short fingers

...I will name those shapes
monkeys or pigeons
and
then wrap myself against the
nearest shadow
and make love to it

all you cherished with
is
cigarette butts and a room
filled with smoke and
the aroma of marijuana
and shapeless marks on walls

a goblet was killed
again against the shadows