I keep thinking about you
Fear overrides my patience
I wish life were lived on
The surface, sometimes
I wonder if everyone
Else feels
The same
Or maybe the subtle
Communication
And
Bravery of relationships
Is some form of currency
For a country I
Haven't heard of

You are not
Some sacred flower
Worthy of
all
And subject to none
But
Like a flower
You can
**** yourself

We dance in circles
Made of salt
Seasoned
With each turn
With each step
Making our intentions
Known

About
20 minutes
Ago
But noone seemed to notice
Except me
And you who sat
Staring at our own interpretation
Of the same sky
With our hearts empty
But our hands full

I've been here
For some time
And
I swear I never once saw
Anyone load anything
Onto that boat
Yet
Lo and behold
Here I stand
Watching the candlelight fade
From the shores of exile

Every once in awhile
I'll be
Stopped in my tracks
By the great Mistress
Who calls and muses
Promising her promises
Of Turkish delight
And
World peace
Her promises are
As empty
As my life without her

I do not miss you
But love
I do not miss your eyes
But bastions of rest
I do not miss your laugh
But that carbonated joy
Percolating through me
I do not miss your arms
But the comfort of acceptance
I do not miss your lips
But the serenity
and
Contentment of intimacy
I miss
The mystical
And unmistakeable
Truth
Of two people who find death
Life
And finality in each other's eyes

This pond
An ocean
When we stand
On either side

Tell me
Of the ocean
That swells
And recedes as
It gives your words form
A single sunbeam
And
I'll sell all I own
Because
There is no price
I will not pay
For a seat at your table

when
Man is lost
at sea
the surest of life
rafts
is a good Dog