swan song

swan song . you made my world bigger then smaller then so large i did not know east from west as i stood so alone in the middle of desire and that proverbial non-place… wantonness . i showed you boats on the water and vivid red roses while you took me to the land of lincoln and made me feel the hope of craving . we touched grafted roses with bougainvillea vines entwined, inseparable . i often wonder where you are breathing silently some nights in pennsylvania sitting alone in a wicker chair in spain or typing mercurially at your ergonomically contoured keyboard in every province of canada . i know you like to dance by the water on warm southern california nights (you told me without meaning to) . yet when the doors of evening close and lights are turned off i can hear your breathing musical, melodious, wonderfully you . because of the desires of your heart your passion sounds sweeter than the splashing cascades of powerful water splashing, falling in snoqualmie . laughter is easy with you . when my tongue glides across your trembling belly is it hopefulness, excitement, passion? . is it the wandering thoughts of your mind hoping the roadmap of your body will lead to hills and valleys? . is it where the combustion of craving ignites into a flaming torch of admiration? . my wish, for you is the rising of your innermost desires will be felt as comfort and consolation . so today may be regenerated as a beginning of wishes come true . ©~tolbert~