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Another June/July 2016
why is it that
just seeing a picture
of your face causes
an ache in my. . . ?
and the recollection
of your nearness
fills my lower belly
with a handful of knots?
when i have never
loved you that way
and never will. . .
so. . . .
why?
the beauty of it is
the lack of a need
of definition
there is no obligation
to qualify, to quantify
to explain
and how can you
just seem to know
when i need to hear you
when i need to see you
when you need to make me laugh
from that deep place in my lower belly. . . .
how?
it's a painful, delicious
electrifying thing of
terrifying beauty,
oh yes.
someone said something
about the agony and the ecstasy. . .
i now comprehend that concept
(thanks to you)
in some abstract way
i'm with you every
moment now, every day,
but abstract just doesn't
seem to be enough
(if you know what i mean)
