she loves me very much
all the goodness juice
that seemed has dried,
infact just been marinated so deep
almost forgotten
within the walls of my bones.
whilst the craving continues
the 'impossible' way

. . .

as much as i want
or need?
to repell from
i know i
want and need
to run back
and embrace her so,

just as equal

. . .

somehow today
that makes me,
very lonesome


this tough cookie is just being a softie