Today I Talked With You

Today I talked with you.
and saw you hidden between
Shakespeare's thirty eighth sonnet,
The flower in Yeats' rose,
Your blood coursing through mine,
blood upon blood, life upon life.
Today I saw your eyes.
The iris surrounding the pupil.
The pupil from which I see the
world, universe, God and beyond.

Today I gave up my religion.
I embraced you, my soul-mate,
you who hold the very thread of
my life with nothing but a whisper
of your breath.
Will my arms ever see your slender waist?
Will our lips embrace each other?
Will my hands cup your breasts?
Will I ever be able to suckle on the
brownness of your nipples?
Will you let me play with your hair again?
Today I thought of you,
I think I will think some more,
of you.
Again, again, again and over again.
I think I will think some more,
of you.
Tomorrow.
Again, again, again and over again.