sometimes i am elated by this love
sometimes (now) it seems like sheer torment
where is this part of me now?
when shall she come home to rest
deep in the love that my arms
around her, clutching her
vainly attempting to translate the language of love
(only fitly spoken in the tongues of God and angels)

o God of heaven
you see this part of me
even as i write:
make us whole
make us one

enable us to behold your joy
within each other's eyes
as we blow out
yet another candle
and toss away
a wine scented bottle, empty
to sleep lazily
wearing only nature's perfumes
of the night's passions
loved and assured
in each other's arms