not only do i not need you less , i want you ever more.

yet, where once i had you simply, by desire,

as pure immediate  imagined covet of mine,

now, not you or i (of fault), have interjected  this punctuating

somewhat chasm (time is the fool,

money is the proxy) measureless

-ness where but for a  multisense of devotion, much is lost.

and  except for the faithful transmit of a promise

of the devour of a kiss to be fulfilled,

world’s are topsied

and only shells abandoned to shore are tossed.