by S.G.
When can I see her,
my heart cries out to my ears,
I silence such calls for time is no man's mistress,
my heart beckons for it's beat towards want,
I cherish it's call yet temper that which I cannot control,
She is always on my mind,
in that place between thoughts,
she is never gone,
Her presence known even by my groin,
now all three miss her so,
my heart,
my mind,
and dare I say,
my very soul.
