XXIV

i need you.
more than breath; —
the meanderings of my heart are such staccatos and pedals —

i want to wander in you.
and only you; —
your eyes are an island all on their own.

there's not enough.
of something nameless, missing; —
not enough to give to you.

could i ever give enough to you?
the endless debate.
you carry me, you carry me.