Had your heart tendrils,

  I would tear into your face
like time to deserts.


Your words won't blank me.

Efforts to stone,
gladness to walls,
your lips await the heavier things.

          Three years will pass
    before you know what I see.


I'm lifting full breadth,

              you'll come to me,

                   with small pauses-sad,

                                      I'm lifting full breadth.

And I'll never have to ask,
                         "Is it enough?"


     "is this enough?"

(smiley-eyed answered)