Levitation in your presence.
Instincts in the craving of the more.
Inevitable raptures in unfathomable depths.
Permeate me with your being.
Rupture this earthly fabric of time
With love that can no longer be
It is late.
The falling moonlight has gone to my
The wine has gone to my
No fault but mine.
I lick the salt on my lips which
The air has placed there; sea spray.
Another night on the
The waves lap at my feet as I
Sit here on the rocks.
It is not my fault,
My mind does not comprehend
So I close my eyes and listen.
Tears on the back of my hand.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.
My very atoms scattering in the wind.
The deepness of me,
Soul fathoms spinning.
I am here yet I have never been here.
Everywhere lingers in my hair.