LogicScape
The forethoughts
are what concentration brings:
my work, the chores
what there is to get done
You, beautiful one,
are the current; surge and wane
never gone, always present
tingling in my brain.
When any thought
shuffles against another
as they part, you are there
a comfort, a spur...
How can you be so?
At once soothing, yet shattering
my mind envelopes, touches you
as my heart longs for your caress, again...
k.e.c., 5/96