have you ever found a flower that was already dead?
thats what I think of when I see you
searching but placid
seething but tame
receptive but cold
on fire
yet withering away
you are the one that I always want
each second each day
through platitudes of longing
i touch you
i take you
till everything goes away
in that moment
God is truly everywhere
and the fate of longing fatigued
life goes too cool
sudden but oblique
a cascading spring sudden and gloom
like sunshine taken for granted
till its finally gone
and then nothing forever
the stillness of being born
then she goes back where she was
holding on to it
longer
than you
ever
could