losing-loveTook so long to stir a feeling
when bidden at last
a dam broke
as if water had always
been flooding the dry plains
in truth time had stood parched
waiting for rain
she was filled with feeling
slow to arrive
infused from the core
as if nothing else had ever existed
before you
and that was true
some of us wait
all of our lives
for that one who wakes us from reverie
we do not fall easily
we do not give ourselves away
we do not spread ourselves thin
the one who was always the one
shows themselves
everything else is distant
there is only that moment
lasting eternally
for all the wait you had
falls away
and love
enters you
full blossomed and unapologetic
a storm of hot rain
resolving emptiness
in abandon