sick with longing
calling crying (with the crooked inside)
complete-me-tion
what a desire is made of
completion in any one of these put-together ways
by the one who put-together the ways before i was together-put
and complete me
in its hurricane wind-like force of stirring passion
is so stunning a force
so fluent
poised
in its skipping and wading through these deep waters (the heart)
that it causes this terrifying breathless loss of heartbeat
that i would be completed
like the exact way the lid of this tin fits
so perfectly that grasping it alone the base slips softly off after a few moments of elevation
this object, the completion i need
so where is the one that fits me
that smoothly
so tenderly
and closes the gaping hole i cannot fill with any(one)thing else?
(or am i scared of being capable to quench this need with You though i thought i had filled that part long ago)

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