I’ve been wrong before
the mind is powerful;
in the darkness of night
large round sun flowers
appeared like curious faces looking
through the glass door,
at a rushed glance the permanent nail on
the wall seems to creep on spider legs!
and in the peak of my longing for you
I’ve mentally willed you into my dreams,
our love-making just as powerful and quenching.
My mind can feed me sheer lies, mock and laugh at me
why should I believe it or trust its deduction of your volatile affection?