Love and I… face to face at last…
remembering the dark of our
fall…recalling the presence
of our winter…when
the threads of my
pulse ran cold.
Do you remember love,
when the fire turned
to ashes and we
sought the
forever
spring in us…
for we feared this
space between
life and death
without the
encounter
of
human touch.
Come to me love, like a jealous river…
eager to be a part of a frenzied sea.
Love…find comfort in knowing
…you and I will always be.