every open moment since
every crack and crevasse and nook and cranny
has been filled
thoughts of you seeping through
in and out and squeezing and slipping and
DEMANDING my attention
distracting devotion of mind to
all of your voices/touches/energies
and whispers
until that reconvening moment of mystery
when again I will feel
... wishing I could command and
loving you In Command and
praying you always leave a place for me to kneel at your side

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