High Tides

 

Sleep about me in your bedroom repositionings,
nightside,
Stepped aside for my wont,
Your desire deep and long and craving,
Starving for the presence of me,
the appreciation given,
the time indulged,
the affectation of the affections sought and
bestowed like lavished gifts,
Like parades into a heart-space of feelings,
Not unlike tears,
Not unlike unborn mingled thought-forms of lust/love;
Urging and engaging
Swelling and gone worrisome
Thinned and spent
Like emptied water bladders,
Mechanical hearts, fluid drained
With a will to connect
And connect,
And connect…

©2015MHumunculero

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