with you

 i am

fighting for breath

  on tenterhooks

     amid this dearth

lugging the coffer 

   that quarters 

        my heavy heart...

   the tang of stillness...

    like the

  acidic duplicity intensifying

       eating away 

   steadily dissolving my spirit...

  i cry out! r

   from the darkness...

      not to be liberated!

         to be fulfilled...

                to solidify...

            this wraithlike relation

     we share...

  what can pain

   with it's devices

       do to keep me

            from you?

as i understand

    the pain

   of becoming

is paled

       only by the joy

     of being...

              with you.

  

~cs

our breach

my musing of you...

    a view through rose-tinted spectacles 

always,

   in golden and emerald-glow .

the wound from a nameless battle concealed

      and the voices of ten thousand spirits

           echoing inside you.

while ringing of burly dreams

         penetrate your consciousness

               like tunable tinnitus. ..

               a sea of crickets in your ear.

          yet at times…
          if you choose...

               you decide which ones to listen to.

and i feel you now and again

       in my own dreams.

            your breath in my ear, on my neck...

           your parched lips ...

              dampened by soft words spoken

                   in gentle morning whisper...

                   the way restless waves caress dark shores.

hushed lightning sparks across a turbulent sky!

                   as silent longings arc betwixt...
                           our breach  . . .

~csr