Hinged to forgetfulness <br />like a door, <br />she slowly closed out of <br />sight, <br />and she was the woman I loved, <br />but too many times she slept like <br />a mechanical deer in my caresses, <br />and I ached in the metal silence <br />of her dreams.<br /><br />Richard Brautigan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hinged-to-forgetfulness-like-a-door/
