Sunday, May 22, 2011

Holding you,

is enough.

enough for me to swoon over
enough for me to wake up three days later, still obsessed, still yearning

my home is where you are
if ony you could realize
its not a question,

...but an answer

as i have pulled all the harpoons i taught you how to make
folded them into paper cranes
that take flight

and sacrificed pieces
and pieces
and pieces

until all that is left
is the transitional form

that wants you.
a pillar of my connection
with humanity

my (one) want, in no uncertain terms

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