ma fleur de peau

These days were sent to try us, to test our metal, to keep us one from the other. You they would have in purdah, kept in a room with bars set too close for you to squeeze through, escorted each time you go out and covered with a burqa. If they could they would police your mind and even more your heart; their hope - to starve me out of you.
For me they set a Sisyphean round with an ever larger stone to roll, explaining how it is my duty. But each day I see the dawn and think of you. But each night I tell the moon to shine on you. I fall to sleep to thoughts of you and wake to the same. You are the one threaded that runs through my day, a constant tune sung in my head, you are the reason for each footfall I make.
Doubt not my Bright Pearl, we will be one. We will seize what moments in time we can, drinking deeply of them. We will be each other's refuge and each other's respite. Our stolen moments, snatched from the jaws of adversity, will be our nectar and, in time, we will come to longer and deeper embrace.

By circumstances

By circumstances not chosen or expected I cannot talk with you at the moment, cannot send our daily flurry of notes and witty exchanges, cannot tell you what is that has floated through my mind, what I may have chances to see, what I have or have not done, and that is so hard. This exile is terrible to endure, but endure it I must. Today is your birthday and you have been in my mind so so much, what I might have said, what exchanges we may have had should closer intimacy have been possible. I lit a candle at the time we promised and looked into its flame hoping that you would be doing the same, as agreed, wondering, wondering. Later I felt a surge of love envelope me, and I felt sure it was you willing me to feel it. Such things we should not question, but should bless and be thankful for.
Now all I can do is post this and hope.

Mind, body, soul

Mindscape swallow flight,
and time standing still;
your time,
my time,
each hanging on the moment.

Mindscape voyages exploring;
mapping,
discovering:
the shifting sands of another's universe.

Swallow flight twist and turn;
imaginings,
creatings,
inventings:
a harvest of shared mindsongs.

And the long infinite moments of passion

Severed

Severed –
I lick the stump and feel shivers of pain,
The loss numbs.
I bare my fangs at a world I no longer care for,
or trust.

Companions,
who shared a path,
now slain.