Primal Cause

Hardly a day passes that I do not speak to you, …
Or you to me, or my heart races faster hoping to touch you
Or to be touched by you
My mind wonders off, to speak your name
To bring you closer to me,
Or me to you, yours is a love I hold deep inside
I know it is the same for you, you must ache at times
I know I do, in un-resolved desire
To be nearer, if only to place my hand on your face
Or to drink the tear that rolls down your cheek
Or to whisper that I care
As you must, so much more than ‘I love you’ can ever exclaim
Hardly a moment passes, that words are merely
Pencil marks on this paper, and you the primal cause
Of their juxtaposition
And you can read the evolution that these have taken
As this poem is near to my voice as I can allow
But still it falls short for truer meanings
To know your breathe against the nap of my neck
Or the sound of your name
Lightly upon my lips or in your head as I speak
Or better, the sound of your sigh, a primal need
escaping into some moonlit eve against this summer’s air
aware of every second that we are alive

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