There’s water in my head
That’s trying to get out
Because I miss you
But instead of reaching out
To you beyond my hubris
I am stunned by the mystery
If not knowing only what our
History could cause or what
Foreboding actions would be
Flawed what my distractions
Should create for to receive you
Or for what we are revisiting
What is on the other end?
Resisting to be constrained
To be completely open hearted
Could we open up a floodgate
Of who knows it, or what finds us
Underneath departure from the
Dark acceptance to the light
Inner primate emotional fight
Rejection and reception cry
Send me an angel, one who
Fills my cup with that of
Extreme otherness
© GÄ
Poétique 