When his face rises
in your sleepless nights
like the self indulgent moon
glorious and full,
turn away from it.
The peak of longing can be
as steep and curiously tempting
as a leap off the highest mountain,
it makes no sense to throw away your
life like this
but your heart yearns to reach the grounds
of this fathomless emotion
to bring this falling to a halt
to reach a certainty no woman has ever known
to see, touch, taste the ashes of your burning for him
only then will his tides begin to recede,
and you, become a floating swan, gliding above
the surface of your once tireless affection
riding his vacillating waves so elegantly,
flowing, ripple like.
