A Year

I swear I swear my heart was getting hard
Getting edgy little edges, like an urchin only
Soft inside, with wanting.

I swear and I wish I had something to swear to
Maybe you’ll do -
I swear to you I love you
Whatever that wild word means
Because only my wordless thoughts know.

You make the small world wide
But bring it closer – at the same time -
And I want to sleep and wake and sleep
Beside you, with our lives
Between us. With our whole wild rolling life
Ahead of us.

and passion and commitment.

and academia and how to touch hands talk through aura but it went away.

well you see there was no one i ever had that kind of connection with over words and poetry and beauty, ethics and emotions, and still be able to flirt and laugh amidst all the serious talk