The Pull

tonight,
the moon is not full,
it is a mere crescent,
but so strongly
I feel The Pull,
as much as if You
were present;

centuries of desire
course through my veins,
and only more
insatiability remains;

if I were a King,
or a God,
I would bring to rest
this thing,
this odd
feeling that I will have You
this night,
trembling
like a frightened cat,
longing
to be in my arms,
held tight;

stark reality
holds no sway with me,
and I vow to come to You,
softly and silently,
and then to simply undo
all that you have not done:
You are, this night,
the Only One.



January 15, 2010, for the Wifey. Only 15 days! I am a most fortunate man to have found you once again.

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