There are moments
Where I can’t see or hear
You at all.
I comb the entire universe
For one syllable of your name,
And still come up
Empty handed.
And then there are moments
That sparkle
Where I swear
You’ve dismembered your
Heavenly body
Into a million drops of honey
That coat my skin,
And make it sing
With sweetness and
Other worldly wonder.
{poem/photo: Jill Lurie}
