Circle

So often you were dead to me saying good-bye on every heartfelt platform lover of lovers then you return... Your love begins with loss of ease it is risky and sleepless sustaining itself with weeping then quietly your caresses snow down... Love should be repaid with love each time you leave and circle you return with a new face like a lovely flower newly opened which I do not recognize... Until I reach deep inside and feel the ancient scar where I ever so arduously spell out your name.....