another week’s gone…

how long have we known

each other’s desire?

this tide we call life

steals precious time, but

when i look in your eyes

i don't see a homemaker

taking care of her babies...

i peer inside your soul

recognizing the purest 

essence in the world,

a little brat-faced girl

holding a hula-hoop

and an old jump rope

with a broken handle,

tugging on my love...

i want to crush you

with an innocent hug

then you transform

into the goddess of lore

and my deepest dreams…

together alone, at last
goosebump-chills charge

the ozone scented room

as we slowly fuse

into one molecule

bound for eternity