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?




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

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