I don’t understand the words. I don’t have to understand the words. I cry every day. Every day I cry. I don’t know when I’ll stop, if I’ll ever stop. An internal river has broken free to run its course; gushing through arteries and gut into the bottoms of both feet. A daily trail pours into internal crevices you have blasted open.

Oh my most beautiful apparition, here you are, your boots planted on the same planetary orbit, your countenance smiling in every visual memory, rhythms undulating through my inner spaces. Engulfed in otherworldly dust, I clutch at an unbearable hunger.

I am shaken, shaking; and my core surrenders and lays still as it fills to a rising lilt in your voice. With every piercing vibration of your soul I squirm through this inexplicable upheaval that floats the deepest of yearnings, pulling out thorns, joy, both. Deeply I feel you. Deeply I weep, my mind’s eye ever-tracing your contours in my dreams and waking hours.

Where is my heart? Only shattered shards remain, shaped by a scaffolding of empty spaces. This womanly spring’s gentle morning air stirs scattered pieces lodged in memory; like translucent emeralds that bloom and flutter outside steel-framed glass. I inhale your lips’ vibrato that softly glides around the edges of each moment’s sip; a fresh brew that soothes a sleepy heart. I exhale the aroma of yesterday’s memory; of this lyrical excursion from your tongue to my innermost truth—sending my mind in a spin. How could I be awash with a stranger’s emotions passionately conveyed in a language so foreign? Crystal clear is my reflection of your sorrow and your love that come alive again and again, like the seasons passing my city panes. Freezing. Melting. Greening. Browning. Your aching overtures pierce my empty womanly spaces; pinings burrow within the cold. If I close my eyes, bittersweet tears flood alongside yours in darkness; loving memories pass through and take flight just as suddenly. Do we live in channels parallel, sadly never to meet? But you are of this earth!

Every day I feel you trickling inside, an invisible intravenous infusion of life. Underneath the flow of tears a smile begins to stretch. In human form my vision has suddenly arrived, to take me to the water; I shall sail and feast of the harvest with you, my hardy fisherman. I want to hold your beauty and power in spaces close to my chest; in each breath every waking hour and nightly slumber, through my finite days. I do not need a god by my side. Lead me to your human counterpart. I just want to go fishing.