Friday, September 07, 2007


Like a chalice filled with honey,
I am up to the brim,
the edge,
the threshold,
and I was soon full,
with the memory of you.

the image of you,
the smell of you,
the taste of you,
your existence in my previous emptiness.

like blood in the veins,
like nuts in dates,
like tongue in mouth,
like you in me in my current fulfillness..

You are there,
I could feel you,
Filling me and filling the space,
of this bottomless chalice,
of this bottomless me.

Up to the brim,
the edge of my seat,
the threshold of my pain,
I was engorged,
by you.