FICKLE OBSESSIONS

   
love    
from my heart    
upon my breath    
out my lungs    
born    
out of hunger    
spoke    
off my tongue    
into this    
inanimate    
telephone line    
over miles    
of wires    
into your    
home    
onto cold tape    
left after    
the beep    
my love sends    
these one sided    
little messenger    
words    
like little    
vibrational    
electric    
love birds    
uncaged    
at long last    
set free    
to sit there    
on those    
humming lines    
all huddled    
together    
keeping warm    
while eagerly    
awaiting    
your return    
waiting    
for your finger    
to press    
the replay    
button down    
to send their    
yearning    
flying out    
into your    
much too    
distant ears    
like sensual    
touches    
that cant    
be there    
themselves    
along with    
my words    
along with    
me now    
here in my    
living flesh    
and breath    
yet still    
nonetheless    
my love is    
the sound    
of these softly    
fluttering wings    
youll hear    
that will settle    
and nestle    
so deep    
so safely    
in the    
restless nest    
of your    
much too    
distant    
though hopefully    
still longing    
heart    
where my    
emboldened own    
can sneak into    
your head    
to be there    
with you    
in your bed    
vicariously    
at least    
surrendering    
in my fantasy    
more fully    
more deeply    
into your    
yielding    
warmth    
where i will    
never leave    
you there    
alone    
again    
my friend    
that said    
i still cant    
help but wonder    
in this fleeting    
moment here now    
of my expressed    
highest hopes    
still intrusive    
lingering doubts  
self sabotaging fears  
if yours would    
do    
the same    
as much for    
mine    
in me    
as i do here    
in yours for you    
alone    
based only on    
what    
im feeling for    
you    
here in this    
present moment now    
except for the  
fact    
that i have    
not seen    
have not heard    
nor felt    
but only sensed    
beyond my present    
knowing    
and my not    
knowing    
here alike    
that only time    
and words    
and our innately    
faulty    
human natures    
may come to    
know    
its outcomes final    
score    
in time before    
i myself alone    
or we together  
as one  
both alike    
may either come    
to live and    
know    
its most ecstatic    
joyful bliss    
or its crushing    
pains    
most devastating bite    
perhaps here        
yet again    
and possibly    
no telling    
however many    
more times throughout    
the course of    
each our lives    
ongoing journeys beyond    
this    
our present    
unfinished lives chapters    
still unfolding    
mysterious    
stories
ever evolving
fractaling
tapestries    
here
in the timeless
flow
of this eternal
continuous
now