.
Dreaming of your face
Your mouth
Your gentle laugh
Has become an incompletion.
This hunger draws me closer
To the precipice
And a nightmare of unwise wanting.
Memories of sweetness
Cannot feed my heart.
I am torn in the effort
To understand this silky binding
That tethers me to
Stony bareness,
So near…
So far.
You draw away in the gloaming,
In the violet hour,
To the singing of your own heart.
Seeking my own filling
Leaves me weeping
In the dawning of a new day.
There is no peace,
Only soul-deep yearning.
And at the edge,
Incompletion.
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