It Is So Long Since Alive

it is so long since alive and falling into the grasp of a stranger (less soul, to yours and mine that is) to rise, emboldened and breathing ever the first time your scent on the memory of oncenearenough... and awakening from dream (my head your shoulder arms breath in my hair and love love love) -less sleep alone and finding a look to stop a heart beating, breaking down these hallways (of longing, and mercy) existing in half- (life is no life at all) FOOTNOTE - a tribute to e e cummings, and thanks to him for the inspiration for the first line