If I could consume you, I would," he said
"that is the hunger that lives.
If you could offer consumption too
it all would meld-
desire mounting the sky-
the heavens opening to need;
meaning seating itself among the relentless stars;
but I hesitate
when confronted with the unknowing,
singed with burned past experience
from which I made the secret vow not to risk too much openness
since hurt still lives in the fear-draped cobweb corners of my psychic
where all I gained was abandonments
and emptied out vows which never came to be."
"Yet I I know you too need to risk that vast abyss.
I know you feel the need as well
to turn inside out
spinning from it perhaps
some synergistic bliss
It is enough to know that
alone we are insularities, not complete;
Incomplete Longings march our interior roads-
Exhausted Fear's Poor Cure and substitute
for real merging
seen or felt.
Draw near breathing
all I offer
is hesitant need
and you to be
Need's Companion Seed
and that which releases
will know no boundaries.
Show me all;
only you can complete me
and I you;
in the risk that is a second chance."