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