Wooden Furniture

How many times, weary of life

Have I slumped betwixt your arms!

How many nights, dreary of life

Have I sought support of your top!

On you, my table, I rested my head

As if you were my lover's chest!

I gripped thee, in anguish so great

As if you were his shoulders broad!

I pressed my breasts, raking with sobs

Hard you were, silent to my woes.

I leave you now; this note, my last,

Let not the winds sweep it off.