I found myself crying in a dark room for you the you that could hold my self destruction and stay the you that is at once familiar, yet all smoke the you that creates joy even in complexity Silence, even intimate in the way that our words stayed pinned on clothes lines to dry Faith that the sun will come in its time… Like a rose and its thorns Hurting still, even in the knowing seed of doubt, the scoundrel Burning fumes of the past Hanging like pearls on my naked neck, aging me Still, it aches to close the physical distance As if it is the answer… to allow our bodies to weep In embrace In play meant listening deeply to gentle cues of desire a soft gaze asking for a steady hand here… Gasping as a slow release sends ripples of pleasure throughout In our particular rhythm of breathlessness… Ending at momentary peace… Our surrender to a tether that will stay painful
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 