Loneliness isn't the feeling
of being empty.

It is the ache
that follows
when you try to fill
a broken vessel.

The numbness
of watching yourself
seep through the cracks,
reaching for something
that's long since
slipped away.

A ****** of crows
Converge,  holding court,
In the towering elm tree
That is framed by the broad sky
Outside my window-
The green leaves
Vibrant and bright
Against the backdrop of their
Majestic plumage-
To share the wealth
That sunlight revealed,
Striking a joyful chorus
A celebration of their
Homeward return,
Their song cracking open
The quiet peace of
The evening sky,
The chaotic din belying
The order of their nightly
Congress, the hierarchy
That they know in their blood.
Their flailing inelegant dance
As they bound
among the branches
Is so contrary to their powerful grace
As they take flight,
Their blue black wings beating
At the air, shimmering in the dying light
Of the sunset, fast fading,
Ushering in the stars

Tonight’s cold breeze brings
On its wings the palpable memories
Vivid and visceral, of when my lips
First touched yours-
The night my heart’s defenses
Evaporated, carried away
With but a kiss.

It whispers in my ears
The seductive song of your desire
Of your longing,
Of the ache my body suffers
In the absence of you.

The vast endless sky
Tonight, is the canvas
Upon which my memory
Paints- of when I
touch your skin,
you close your eyes
Trying to fight back the ecstasy,
Wave after wave of bliss,
That our bodies offer up

The very elements of tonight kindle
Deep within me a desire
I burn for you
I am Insatiate,
enraptured,
haunted-
I need to consume and be devoured.

midnight encircles me in her blanket of stars
And again I know you-
I close my eyes and feel you,
As the wind sings me your song.

I dim the lights of rooms with guarantee
A mirror appearing false I see myself
Old and an antediluvian me
Flattened I traveled on
Desolate, dead I on the desperate shore
Only showing a fragment of what I lived

For all that the sound of silence has shown
You dream of rising with shade
And Sunsets before the morning gaze

You take the words,
All my words from me-
You leave me speechless, breathless,
with no way
To express how much
I love you,
Save how you read in my eyes,
Like the pages of some book you touch
Delicately, softly, lovingly,
How I adore your smile, burn for your touch,
How your softest kisses melt me,
How I constantly ache for your sweet words,
whispered under our stars-
In my gaze you see it all...

But I must sincerely apologize, my love.
The previous stanza is not entirely true.
It is a trope that I cannot, in good conscience,
Lay at your feet.
You do not take my words from me.
I offer them up to you,
like candles in a church-
Lit like little hopeful prayers,
Each one with one task-
That they might show you
How I long for you, how truly beautiful you are
And how precious every moment with you is.
I gift them to you, because my touch
Is inconstant, and my song cannot always
Reach you, but the words-
Your words, all of them,
They are permanent, undiminished
by time and distance. And in them,
I give you all of me.

The grey morning sky-
In my dulcet dreams we claim it as ours,
When I wake with you breathing softly
Next to me, to the song
Of the rain and the ghost of your three
Sweetest whispered words
still hanging in the air,
to the curve of your naked silhouette
Half-covered by a soft white sheet,
So ******* lovely and pure and perfect-
I want to watch you stretch, languidly,
towards my kisses and my embrace-  
you are everything I ever need or want
in the light of our new day, my love.