During

Both love and pain start
In the middle, after none,
Before.
Both take the body in waves
Then pass like pins from the skin.

3000 miles from you and less
As I inch miles unslept and followed
Possessed.

Fill my hands with you, love
My blood is missing
My mouth is dry.
I cut myself off when I hurt
And forget the flow.

I have never held on to a woman like pain.
Feeling you in tips of me
In air.
In pieces you pass through me
Then unmoving and caught.

Written 5/11/95.

Cyndi / Last Modified: 4/22/97