Love leads nowhere,
but back to itself.
We hold each other
eternity passes;
your eyes, my eyes
struggle to comprehend.
I offer a deep blue sea
you’re just a wild child.
I want you:
like chocolate
like cocaine,
like sweet desert wine
like life, reflected back to me
in your envelope.
I wait for a diagnosis,
a prescription to follow
thinking,
love leads nowhere
but back to itself
solely, inherently, only itself
each and every time.
Very Touching.