"i drank water from your spring and let the current take me" Rumi. .

Made childlike, clumsy:
the sky tilts foreboding at me,
blundering blindly into the blue;
and not even happy.
wanting, scared to want;
having, losing....
your presence rubbing me raw,
ragged with nerves,
your absence holding me low...
your name, your face, in my head-
the men i see to distract me
dimming, shadows to your sun..
in my life, a tide running,
a tide running.
Touch me-
I am the ocean.