I recall ---
You are a full head taller
than any average individual;
Even moreso over me,
But ---
I'm trying to remember
the feel of your height.

For as much intensity
as there was for us, then,
We were rarely ever close enough
That I could look up into your eyes
And see the expression of bittersweet,
untimely love...

Perhaps from across the room,
Or,
Often sitting together,
face to face, eye to eye,
Hearts sharing, spirits connection
minds entwining,
Yet ever so elusive the opportunity
To stand --- under you,
Dwarfed.... grasped --- crushed,
Against that very length...

Never lost,
The mere moments of passion
Shared in the breath drawn
just before the fall
Into life ---
Seperate and apart,
The inevitable distance thereof
--- a lifetime.

And of all the loves that entered in,
Intensity was left to walk within
Those caverns we created -
Not lost... not found,
---unfilled, yet bound
By what no other had to give...

And now,
That silken voice speaks softly
from the shadows of the past.
Only softly ---
And the catacombs just
open up .... offer up
It's very echo in resonation
Moving ---
Quickly along the chords
of that connection,
Rushing, now,
To Intensity ---
Rising!
Standing, now,
To embrace the in-drawn breath
Of a door -
thrust open!