If I watch the wind in the river

or hear the sound of your voice among the stars

a small ticking sound

water over pebbles

Do a I feel the weight of your hand

there, against my breast come morning

and turn, to find you grinning? Yes. Over

and over I do. Feel your breath against

the back of my neck. Warmth creeping

along my spine.

What can be made of this, this longing?

jjl

12/03/08