.

Dreaming of your face

Your mouth

Your gentle laugh

Has become an incompletion.

This hunger draws me closer

To the precipice

And a nightmare of unwise wanting.

Memories of sweetness

Cannot feed my heart.

I am torn in the effort

To understand this silky binding

That tethers me to

Stony bareness,

So near...

So far.

You draw away in the gloaming,

In the violet hour,

To the singing of your own heart.

Seeking my own filling

Leaves me weeping

In the dawning of a new day.

There is no peace,

Only soul-deep yearning.

And at the edge,

Incompletion.

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