I caress you after
Bleeding out my tenderness
To your vulnerability

I dream of you
My heart wishing
What my mind
Knows cannot be

My spirit
Lost direction
When I came home
To find empty-house

How can I tell you
That all I once desired with you is gone -
Faded into memories
That, now, I can say goodbye
Even though there are questions
Which are still unanswered.
It isn't what-might-have-been
Only morning fog awakened by the sun

It is not love itself
That satisfies my needs
But being able to touch and feel

Yet if I couldn't share
I would feel withered on the vine

I am afraid
To seek answers
Secured in protected feelings
Afraid to risk truth

I am afraid
To question intentions
Gape into the darkness of rejection

I am afraid
To face loneliness
To leave the habit of your love
And to pray each new face
Might be the one

Moisture of branches chyles and weeps
                                      chyles and weeps
                                      chyles and weeps
Shedding tears into the stream
Pilgrimming towards Sybaris
Wending
Streaming
Migrating as a breath in the cold
Sweeping
Prowling
Writhing
Gilding the shallowness
Snaking
Writing
Straying the depths
Echoing
Metering
Foraging among the starched garments of winter
Corybanting
Jauting
Evoluting
Storming
Lapping

A rock is kissed
Sending sanctity to the heavens

Emerging, seeking
Emerging, gentle
Emerging, aggressive
Emerging, thrusting
Emerging, violent
Emerging, fulfilled
Emerging, satisfied
Emerging

I am a pie
Laid open by love's knife
Because I've been there often enough to know,
Without even considering,
It's worth the price

To be in love with love -
Yes, love about all!
What could compare
To the passion of love?

Passion intensified
By the desire to give up all else.

I could live without
Security, relatives
Friendship, community,
But not without love

I cannot show you me
   All at once
Not the person I want
   You to see
Nor that personage I
   Cannot see
But if you should see my
   Someone else
Tell me another time

All fears removed
All questions answered
All trust restored
Lessons not forgotten
But buried

We're off again to run the race

Do we dare
Say we care
And leave truth
To search for
what is
you and me

How sad it is to kiss and part.
The morning fog must know this.
It comes in the stillness of the night.
It settles, caressing its beloved,
And leaving with the break of day.

When I left,
I took your dreams,
Your laughter,
Your secrets,
Your memories,
Your love,
And left with only
Emptiness.