You

ask about

relationships,

of what or whom

we are, but all I’ll say

of this, is that there is

only ever one. I reveled in

the promiscuity of multitude

enthralled, but always lonely

though, until you captured me

in fall. Know that I love you

- all of you. And ask again

of us, and maybe I will

call that none is lost

and all is found.

For there is

only ever

you
.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 29th, 2004 at 9:02 pm and is filed under Love.