June 19, 2011
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 (unless all) 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 shores are tossed.