This day that day
Wednesday then
Saturday
Yes
my heart grows
fonder
but these
Absencea
also cause me to
wonder
Am I going mad?
Your kisses
consume me
I can rationalize
for only a few
fleeting
moments
at a time
Yes
you have to
work
as do I
for spirit
though perfect
will not
sustain us
in this material
world
And yet
My need
is way too great
This lover's
arms race
escalates
with every
embrace
And all I want
is
to resume the
unconscious coupling
that sends my
brain
into paroxysms
of pleasure
loving
without the slightest
measure
of thought
for
Conventions
confounding wisdom
and
like the crazy
weather
making our own
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