prepositional love

i wait for you

as that is what you will have me do

do you know this about me

that in my solitude

the sweet earthy breath of you reaches into me

creates an ache

stretches out the introspective curve of me

to the rain

and the heat

and the loam of you

wherein i foolishly allow myself to fall into those old dreams i once wove of you

wherein you took me into your fairytale house at wood’s edge and kept me

amidst the fever dreams and lady ghosts

against your sinewy darkness

within your unknowable heart

wherein i thought i knew myself

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