found comfort in the stillness and quiet and alone
but craving chaos and life and connections
wanting to touch and be touched
and feel the ache of the break that results.
yearning for the seen but just out of reach
wanting to make mine what yet seems unclaimed
the depth of the sky in his eyes
the life of the universe in his voice--
would that that depth fall on me just once
that life speak my name.
to feel the ravages of raw passion once again
and then again and again
forsake the stillness for his entropy
the quiet for his song
the alone for his mere company.