How should I
mark a line
to your loving words
No sooner I
dig a ‘dot’
to your loving face
it drape me
whole of space
feeding your warmth
How should I
draw a circle
to your loving radius
No sooner I
measure a ‘perimeter’
to your stretching expanse
it draws me
womb of infinite
to suckle your beat
How should I
part you not
to crave your more
No sooner I
breath an ‘air’
to hear your feel
it muffle me
distant quietitude
to gag my voice
Thoughtful and incisive.
So much thanks to thee dear sir Louis Kasatkin!
intense and lovely!