grasp

draw me, once more--into your arms

take this--addled one

sealed

within itself

and compel--with your deep

and echoing, ever-moving sweetness

thirst, hunger

make me hunger for you

fall into the clean, dark water

the sky, give me its joyous emptiness

as I rise

to grasp the moon, murmurring

so that I fall among winds

make me--thirsty enough

so that I may course on

howling your name