what i want

the therapist
sighs
at my words. she opens
up her heart,
her eyes,
her hands,
her soul comes out
for a visit too.
is that I tear I see on
her cheek?
but it's not what I need.
or want.
i'm tired of words,
tired
of books, tired
prayers
and thoughts that
circle and circle
with no
end. i'm tired
of being tired.

just love.
give me that and i'll sail
off into
the sunset
a happy man.