of wanting
yet not having
Longing for you
renders me sleepless
in anticipation of your touch
I vibrate with every raindrop
as I am rendered aware
of their impact
on the red thread that binds us
The comfort is small
thinking you
feel it too
The obscure writings of Ta-Meaut; indeterminate poet, ambiguous writer and amorphous philosopher.......... I don't live to write, I write to live...