The craving sets in; a consuming desire to sate the insatiate.
I lash at the sky, biting the very wind scoring my heart.
It tells me that what I have, I shall forever hold dear.
I have love: she who holds me in darkest night.
I who hold her, in sleeping wakefulness.
I feel it radiate, this yearning so deep.
As lonely as a train call pealing forth in the wilderness.
Stark eyed in midnight lightning.
Yet how do I describe?
I love her. She reaches to me. Lips lush soft rain dropping on my skin.
She lifts me outside of myself, holding a mirror gesturing lovingly – entering inhabiting the cold stranger peering back.
Tendrils of hair, earth on bare feet.
The heat of thunder drumming the summer dark.
This feeling is here.
I taste it on my lips, succored like electric honey.
My tongue, washing as nectar down a desert throat.
I long to tell it to the world.
I long to share its glory – gospel leaves falling everywhere.
The theatre of my mind applauds its just reward.
I love her.