Ramblings on love

Between the ebb and tide

of the heaving heart - 

the lover of mine, makes me

die, makes me live, makes me cry, makes me high

~

Between the moments that pass

between the moments-

this love of mine rents me

tears me down, builds me up and raises me

~

Between the gaps of my tooth - 

whispering winds whisper -

this love of mine kills me,

 breathes me, makes me, breaks me

~

Between every second,

every heaving of my heart

every healing of my soul-

this love of mine - does its miracle through me

~

Between you and me,

the countless I's:

they die. This love of mine still

is mine, and mine alone.