i am ready for the love of eyes gazing
world swirling in pupils palms
i see old loves folding into new
with what reminds of full and happy hearts
my own aches with readiness
a third heart beat
yet it is not present and so perhaps
time whispers, “not yet.”
“ok” I say. “What is in the interim?
Help me grow my nature for love’s
in a sigh the tears of tasting
both a memory and a dream.