Through the pores of idle moments I breathe thoughts of you. Some hopelessly fallow, others ripe with anticipation. I run for cover from the shrapnel words of lust drowning in unguent flood of desire. You don't own me - not yet, not now not ever I want to say. I want it all to be true and not, all of you and none, give myself up and not, love and not, hate and not. Show me a sign, this is real, you will stay, you won't hurt. You say Yes, Yes and Yes to all that. When you leave, blue turns to black gathering the night in it cold and dank. I throb to a pulse I cannot see or stop. I want you gone and not. I want you now and never. I want to stay and run. You say this is really love, that life spark you have desired. I wonder why I can't see it quite that way.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..