When times appear,
That life gets in the way of lush.
Responsibilities, push priorities out of place!
It’s then I feel and know,
The depth of our connection.
The fleeting glimpse via the restroom
The addicts need for succor and a fix
Then words are left, as if a shadow
Portrays again her deepest need
And yet, her words speak life
of hope and comfort.
Her words a trail of pleasure,
Deep with my hidden soul.
A place where few can reach,
But she can live in splendor.
Our time will come
When space becomes
Our all important luxury
Our voices heard
And time stands still.
