The crack in the surface of it….
     a circular pattern
     suggesting the continuity of
     encounters with pain

As I consider the years
     the fears
     the layers of time
     holding me close

I feel the deep
     connection to it
                         to you
                         to it
                         to me
holding on to the idea
                         the fantasy
                         the figment

I choose to walk away
     from you
Big trouble
     and allow my heart to settle
          into the
          absence of you.

I feel the weight

     of you

your pores singe my skin

but

     only in memory

now

Pushed up against the wall

     and

begging for more

(I had Blue Note coffee this morning-for the first time in a VERY long time- hint of cinnamon….)

Carpet of copper needles showing the path to paradise

I did it for me

But I was thinking of you