now, finally, untethered from your grasp

all of you

with your withheld words

your fear

of my need

my silken soul

my headless rush into oblivion

and how does that make me any different from you

except, perhaps, that i am better with words

cloudy

though non-committal

filtered sunlight

and drift

it had been raining earlier

warm

humid

birdsong

and the sun lost its dress

like me

(see; drift, warm, non committal

some song and light

naked to the moment)

the other world

the one that dovetails with the one more readily known

the one that never touches down

or holds me down

and holds dreams

the one that can only glow soft

and speak quietly

and dance there at the edge of the calculated world

held smooth in my hand

concerned only with my breath as it wings inward

and out again

slow to principle

quick to feel

knowing more than she can articulate

because she has an openness bordering on recklessness

a hunger that requires more than a balanced plate

and i get that that is not enough (in the way of explanation)

and that i give you pause

as i have switched to first person

but only to better serve you

though with too much sweetness

and not enough salt

as well, more than what would be deemed a sensible mouthful

bold one, i am

strong of shoulder

willowing, though, for him

he strives

i strive

tantalizing, merciless ocean

too much a mouthful

an eyeful and earful

also heart-full and spirit-full

for the gods

last breath

last thought

last satiety

last seen

when you turned that strange corner of sweet and bitter

and made gone of it

i have room for you

here

in my ravenous soul

shelter me

and i will shape your ever after

with my hands

my hollows

my curves

and my breath withheld