That I should be without it for a second is unthinkable–
this love which so weighs my shoulders and pulls me to you.
I dream of you in the lapses between bouts of obsession. (These
last throughout my waking hours; my only rest is sleep and even then
you manage to appear, undiluted and vital.)
My heart, my body, my soul, they follow you,
like chicks following a mother hen. You lead me places
I had not the pleasure of knowing before, vast oases filled only with
your image. Take me by the hand; only with such closeness
May my fevered lungs breathe. If not for the Earth’s refusal,
each night we would sink beneath its crust, drawn together.
I would apologize a thousand times over for laying a finger on you
if you hadn’t pardoned me with your own.
I love you. I hope, somewhere, you exist.
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your vision, your voice