I see, br in she strides, br the white-clad love of my life br sweet lover not my wife, br the aether air br too thick to breathe br as always, eternal, br she, almost maternal br br her final word br a judgment br of her will. br Why stay? Be still? br br To clarify peculiarities, solely, br she comes, br and certainly she will again, br no change; br the same. br br All those minutes, hours, br convolutions of the brain, br left with the stain br emitted br all remembered – br all the same – br redone again. br br now? br Why? Satiated br that depth br of lustfulness br engorged with passion. br br “You’re still as beautiful, br to me, ” she states, br and thoughts of delighting her br inflicted me through every pore br as she sprayed Obsession br here, but mostly there... br br (there’s no elegant way br of showing this, unforgettable.) br br How herculean is the strength br of emotion, br of devotion br knowing one or the other br can save br br lamb from the slaughter br the drowned from the water br br and the “she” and “I” that forms a “we” br creates an absolutely present perfect entity.