Missing You, part VII

And the final piece to this sad, sweet and passionate cycle:

Missing You, part VII

to part. to split in two. breaking like bones.
tearing like raw sinew as the meat is torn
and even the stones are worn.
I do not want to be away from you.
I do not want to not be with you.
I do not wish to sleep without you.
or stay awake, to passion's purpose,
unless it is you there, open to my hunger
and feasting to your own expression and joy.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.