By Steve Soskin  intersys@cruzio.com http://lovers.base.org
Date: 28 January 1998

Rise

Hungrily yearning for your touch, 
I sit waiting as eons seemingly pass 
for the multitudes 
while for me it is but mere seconds; 
But no, being apart from you, each second is 
multiplied a thousand-fold more 
until 
While all the world continues on, a snailspace 
is my inner pace 
while my heart thunders 
calling your name. 

Miss you? Without you I am whole still, 
but only half a whole 
separate 
twice a whole together. 

And while the world muddles in its morass of 
middle-class mediocrity 
We will rise, with laughter, 
with smiles 
with a special spirited love 
which will take us above the rest 
until we come to rest 
within each other, 
knowing, believing 
trusting, receiving 
Giving 
to them 
A new meaning of love 
A definition of our emotions 
to be envied by all 
to be understood by few 
to be cherished 
by us.