signature of surrender

treasure the fool,

shops the Chelsea Hotel

icy January Manhattan

$2500 a month

treasure the fool,

waits to touch the woman who brought him home,

who shackled his will with fierce detachment,

who mocked his shadows laughing off walls

treasure the fool,

visits films alone

refusing to exhaust the rivers of others

treasure the fool,

discovers sedate moons while dreaming of yellow treasures,

mango bearing trees,

glasses overflowing with sweet crushed red ice

treasure the fool,

gently dying each day wet sand rooting his sex,

white barren winter beach,

portrait of passion,

signature of surrender