I 
            lie down
full of you this night
and try
     try
to empty self
of day dreams.

          Wild winds 
     dance...
hold on 
     to late hour.

          You
          linger
holding closely
to me
     like covers
shielding from
what’s outside
     taking
          passion’s song.

            *

            I 
            wake up
full of you this morn
and try
     try
to empty self
of night dreams.

         Dew drops, 
     still…
open full 
     this flower.

                      You 
                      linger
          moving slowly
          through me
               like fingers
          massaging
          what’s inside
               aching
                    for so long.