Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Intimate Unknown


until it hurts
in places inside me and outside of me
cold uncomfortable without you being
within my senses
I'll just cry a bit
and maybe a primal scream implode my heart
....................................
.........who are you
you must be from which I come
.........what are you
you must be that to which I proceed
.........why are you
you must be for why I am
Then as in primal forest wood smoke
held by every branch blade leaf and creature
.......... you saturate all my senses

in the dark intimate unknown light

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