I have felt the exquisite pain of this longing and desire before

And it has passed

This knowing

The tap on my shoulder by the moon

I am loved

I am love

Your soul and mine fill the night sky

We merge

Welcoming your intensity, your fire

Our passion

I am certainly uncertain

What can damn this current?

My coursing tide of life?

My raging river of passion?

Fear

Denial

Illusion

We are damned by these

I become a faint trickle

In a dry cracked riverbed of disappointment

When you choose not to show

 
~ Lesley Jackson