Bound. Pining.

For Rachel.

Through these long nights
That conceal no triumphant repose
I am forced to face the dark uncertainty

Amidst the frigid and the bleak
I find myself suddenly comforted
That ease settles in to the deepest nook

Those languid stretching thoughts
Of fingertips and eyelash
Of navel and arched back

The moments slide through teeth as whistling breath
But the warm breathy memories
They carry the beautiful stain of together

And the dark ruthless bits of moment
The bits spent fighting waking thought
Are imbrued with that stain

They ward from the unconscious with a fierce tenacity
As though the dreams that take my nights are not filled with you just the same
Inescapably bound in pining

And though my bonds are tight
They are welcome
They are joy


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