Sometimes briefly, sometimes deep, I tap

Into those slow moving thrilling rhythms

But only when I am with you.

You open my heart, my eyes with a mere touch.

A mere touch; fragile moments of delight,

Soon enough gone as summer goes with the first

lingering cloud or tumbling shower of rain.

Your moods, your eyes enfold me, wrap me round

As leaves enfold the calyx of an opening flower.

Nothing I may write can even half express

The deep and aching mystery of Love,

That stream of sweetness flowing to my gut;

Unsatisfied longing, it makes me ache inside

So sweet, it makes me ache inside

The moment that we part.