Untitled 1989

I do understand
That wistful yearning
that falls across one -
As the sun sinks below the earth
And the crickets sing and hum a lover's tune
In the soft warm breezes of the month of June.

I know how the hunger rides warm swells
Closer and closer, in no even rhythm
Breaking waves upon ones' soul
In uneven moments.

How, of a sudden,
Like the hammer of a heartbeat,
You feel you can no longer bear
to be alone.
Even a brief moment --
A deep yearning to be held in anothers' arms.

To be,
to learn, to explore together
To have with you a friend
which whom you can unveil
your eyes for a time
and forget all else.

As the sun sinks below the earth
And the insects hum their tune
In the soft warm breezes
Of the month of June.
06/1989