Stop
Every once in a while
And listen
To the flow of our togetherness
Against the unfolding time
The unfolding time
The silk garment
Cut to the contours of our naked longing
For whirling into one sun
One center of gravity
One well of clear thirst-quenching love
Where separation
Is a meager denial
Of the most perfect embrace
Love can invent.
Stop
Every once in a while
And listen
To the way
I cannot be without you.
St. Louis, February 6, 2001