I worry
At moments such as these
It may be best
To just
Sit still
And breathe

I confess
Being resigned
To a carefully sculpted solitude

I believed
In quite a many things
Ending alone

I have wanted
Not to have need
For very much

Yet I need
So very much
In the last days

I need to
Pull back
Open
All curtains shades windows
Of my single soul
Help uncover all those
Broken pieces of glass
That once caught
Your eye
Link pinkie
Along the Ganges
To witness others
Launching tiny shrines
To gods or loves or ancestors
To dance or sing on the saffron
Earth of Seville
For an audience of one
Or simply linger softly
In the cubby corner
Of your room
Watching
Lovers flickering
In black and white
Talking for hours or saying nothing
At all

I need to
Inspire
A chisel in hand
Sculpting my left breast
To rest a hand upon
When I am away
Until you feel a
Heartbeat therein
And smile
Hear your giggling
At my sighs and moans
Catch tears
Chase away every
Pain hurt loss
Once felt before
Rename all
Stars for you
After you
To share sunsets and runny noses
Fan you down the Nile
My own
Mark Anthony
Makes long lingering
Sauces
To remind you of Home

I need to
Throw my tawny thigh
Over yours
And kiss you gently awake
Or better to watch
You sleep
Late and long
Have all music to become
Your laughter
look at you
Wide eyed
While you spin some yawn
Have any excuse to kiss that
Baby pink mouth
I need
Not
“To go quietly into that….”
Without having
Touched each lash
Upon your world weary
Eyes

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nice to see you back -simply beautiful

thanks, i missed you guys

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