Irridiscent Flowers

One by one my thoughts

interlace with your fetish.

I find hints of you in everything,

a disembodied smile,

an abbreviated sentence

whispered from the inside out,

a sense of connection

abstract enough to deify

and yet too imprecise to define.


I pass my nights in fitful dreams

and my days wondering

what it means to leave a lasting impression.

How it is that you can be both

integral and inaccessible at the same time?

I want to welcome you into my life,

to tuck you into my heart like a battle cry.

In other words I want to feel you,

all of you, in every part of me.