because Iwant

holding, I lack it:

I can never haveenough,

its truththat matters

because your arms

have reached

all around me

Andif around, then in


and through, armscan

yet,you know exact pressures

that mean love. 

my body thenis incomprehensible.

you know it because love

keepsus longer than lust.

Mere repetition islove for those

who surrender to it, who foliate


loveskins and then replenishes

the formsof love within

echoing down throughout

the shudder of then, follows

as your voice calls quit

your heavings, time...timefor

bed, really together

and that’s when lovematters.