Inside Out

Spine

Longing (Part 3)

Longing.
      the final time,
to be that part of me lost at birth
longing.
       ringing over splendid chiseled houses,
echoing thoughts reminiscent of ...
longing.
        to fill your bottled youth
 with bony fingers and sunlit dawns
longing.
        where does my love take me?...
raging into silent troughs,
fixing a stare right through you,
reserving the right to be under missing toes
longing.
        your magic beauty stuck me together when I fell at midnight into the rolling mass
longing.
longing.
         would you marry me if I got it wrong?...