When missing becomes 
gone the longing 
of same expires
evaporates like summer 
showers barely leaving 
a mark maybe 
a lingering pinch
barely a sting
for time numbs
almost every ailment 
all that’s left
is some far
off melody maybe 
a bell in
some faraway town 
rarely heard unless 
the wind’s right 

I love my
home the peace 
and serenity in
which I swim
be it naked 
or even clothed 
I move languidly 
and lithely from 
room to room 
nary a splash 
and each place 
something new I
see be they
picture pot or
plant each one 
bits of me

We dance about 
each other like 
snowflakes or leaves 
barely close avoiding 
the ends of 
each other for 
fear that we’ll 
touch and stay

If only there
was just one 
but there are 
many to choose 
each one like 
some town the
train I am 
travels by each 
one cozier than 
the last and 
I deciding to 
stop or not 
no end in
sight just so 
many brief pauses 

I orange 
or apple 
maybe banana 
am now 
being peeled
to reach 
the sweet
meat of
me the 
tender inside 
my skin 
my armor 
my defense 
no longer 
is needed
for I
am flesh