with your poetry and words from a long forgotten era
attach bits of my soul to the commas
float near my aura through space
connect my broken parts
with pen strokes.
I ache for more.
Flatter me and taunt me
like a hunting snake
open up my word bank
you know exactly, precisely
what to say.
I am a mess
a sleepless lover
I feel the emptiness pour out of me
wherever you are not. In my dreams
you are there. In my wake
you are there.
My soul is not taking no for an answer.