i am left
with out want
or passion.
.....spent.....
yet when lifetimes
ago,
but, just moments,
i was the eye,
of a malestrom,
caught between,
the fall of water
from the shower's head
and the waterfall
of lust,
converted into love....
as hips ******
and receded,
in waves, tidal
i became....
but a delta,
for the rushing tides
and we met,
as liquid.