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I miss you
beyond every
mantle of despair
for me
there are no spaces
left in my heart
in my life
in the echelons of
my very spirit now
where I cannot find
even a scrap of you
there
you've wormed your way
into my every hope and deed
you clutter and cram
each visual corner
as my sleep you so rudely impede
I awaken to visions of your
tender face in such ragged splendor
though haunted are
my desperate dreams
no particular falsetto to my
well tuned ear
can compare
to the pitch of your
own unique voice's surrender
and dare I say
that you have to me
(surrendered)
how you so beautifully captivate
even while knowing that
when before me
you become your very own prey
and predator
is a lovely recognition
we seem to have attached
to the strongest core of our
very selves
I hold you tirelessly in the
highest of all regard
at least as deeply as
any human spirit can
possibly delve
if you even for a moment
disbelieve
just look into my eyes
and you will see only
yourself.....................
(July 19, 2011 809am)