just when I think I am finished,
that I can move on,
I hear you speak.
once again I become a part
of that pulsing river flowing
warm and dark into itself.
my heart longs for a rhythm
that will never be again
.
and perhaps never was.
.
but dreams still call
as I seek that kiss
that will equally satisfy…
that heart that knows mine
and thinks it is full of magic.
.
a most grievous realization soon comes.
wherever else I give
my body
or
my heart,
it will only be a shadow.
…
