She Looked At Me

Delicious, essential
Oil that lubricates my life
Love is that which lifts me up
To the higher heights
Upon the ridges which I gaze
The valleys of our striving;
That which drives me on
Through the vast expanses unknown
Farther than I ever
Could have on my own;
That which massages and strengthens
In deep and healing ways
The mystic mainframe
Of my overburdened bodymind.

Crucial ecstasy formula
For the ever engaging warrior
Love is the lunch
Upon which I eternally feast~~
The snack I always carry
In my cosmic rucksack.

Vast and all encompassing
Flux and flow of life
I had forgotten the pain
That becomes so pronounced
In the wake of our sharing
The speech that knows no words...
The pain that comes
With finding that I miss you.