we search within (what is not lost)

I.
we talk.
breath beneath shadows,
knees touching God,
dreams overlapping reality,
eyes piercing darkness.

II.
conversation should always
be this delicious.
her words
taste like fine wine
on my sober,
somber tongue.

III.
i focus on the quiet between thoughts
and swallow my desire
for her fruit
to slip into the intoxicating rush
of love's radiance.

IV.
conversation should make
you drunk with wild truth
traveling through the bloodstream,
filling you
with a beautiful fever.