Edgy
The sky will be melting into
the treetops soon.
Love is mystifying still.
I wonder if my consciousness
is a stream or a trickle.
There has to be a fluid body in there
but too many thoughts in the way.
I ask them to dissolve
rejoin the sea I came from.
Fortunately my only want
is to revive that area of
my soul that’s stone asleep
for lack of you.