I Love Him.

I love him.

Even when my heart

shed tears of loneliness

and my soul lull in ruin

as it lay dormant in isolation

filled to overflowing

with the scent of emptiness;

which stinks.

I love him.

Even as my body recoils into its self

from lack of physical contact

with that which it desires most

- him.

And my mind quiver with memories

entwined with wishes, wants, wills -

wishing 

- (inaudibly)

wanting 

- (possessively)

willing 

- (unsuccessfully)

for my being to accept

the situation to which I contently concede.

Because I love him.

So I wait (im)patiently for him.

Nekisha CD Lewis

14/7/2012