for my love

I love you not as a favorite thing gone lost,

which absence drives me to despair.

I do not miss you when you are gone, but wait for you,

distracting intellect with thrill of new encounters

Not missing you supports my heart with vigor,
drawing a knot around my core to grow with yours.

What's wrong with that?

Your words are filled with angst,

A fear for future crumbling down with time.
I have no dread of age or growing old with you;

I fear myself and idleness of mind in empty night,

A day without work or inspiration.

But thousand nights with you burn mystery 
into my soul with depth of your embrace, 
creating memories that burrow through my being,
Beneath my skin, beneath my eyes, 
Beneath my breath, into my mind, where heart

shall sing a lively song of joy, with every new return.