Missing Andrea

When I am in your presence and our souls are drawn in line we pale the day in an eccentric way within the folds of time When we are separated our souls demagnetize We crumble in our delivery dust to dust and rust inside I watch the clock impatient with my fingers tapping your tune Make ready your feet to be with me complete under one and the same golden moon I'm catching the next constellation to fold and unfold wrinkled time I'm internally set by the pulse in your wrist just as you are incumbent with mine...