catalogued under "Instinct"

i turn the thin pages onto you,

my kindred spirit,

you are there between the gilded edges,

leather binding it all as one

filed under "kindred"

i know where to find you when darkness comes,

when lights crest upon the distant hills

and autumn sends out a clouded moon

to guard the migrating of the geese

i lie listening for their call on the wind

and i swear they are speaking of you,

carrying your whispers on their feathered wings

Can I come to you when winter arrives

my bare arms awaiting the warmth of your embrace?

Can I please share my kisses with you

in the soft peace of a cold morning's halflight

with blankets between us but nothing else?

in this book beneath the definition of longing

where kindred spirits meet,

i wait for you again