237–That No Separation Thing

how i hate when she
leaves if only for a long
week-end such a wuss
i am though sometimes
when she’s here i take
it all for granted fight
and fuss and fume for
nothing but my heart
lays like a sick bird
not really wanting
to fly when she’s not
near me though after
all these years at
least i know how to
hide this disability
feels like i should be
a story in women who
love too much haha
an impossibility this
i know from watching
god so much everywhere
swishing her skirts in
dives and divine cathedrals
so like a good Sufi i have
learned her as a path to
the divine now if i could
just get a better handle on
that no separation thing.
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