Essence
This breach of heat that overwhelms me
And starts from just behind my heart –
A bond that brings you a step away.
And when I put these thoughts to bed
They do not become dreams –
It is an essence of you – an essence of me –
I swear I feel you like a lover;
Yet it pulls a shadow over that desire
And only bestows love.
by Suzanne Bronson on Saturday, May 17, 2008
