HOW
how may I awaken
when still locked
into the dream
that is
beautiful death
dreaming my love
for you
loving
the dream of you?
we touch, we consume,
believe as souls
we have become
one, are
now tethered together
but
where to
after this ecstasy, our
bodies fulfilled, spirits
unable
to soar
too reticent
to fly
towards, away from,
all that we believe we
know, all that we
know
we believe we require?
poems 2 die for 