I cannot contain her

I want her so badly I cannot contain her in my poems. She Haunts me. Taunts me. Becomes the betrayer of my body. My mind becomes her playground. She sauntered into my dreams. Picked up and walked across the cellphone to satellite to ME connection and settled into my REM sleep. How could she do this to me? Now...I'm rambling. I just remember her breathing my name slowly...into...my ear... and it took my breath away. I faded into oblivion. I let the ages envelop me.I fed her ALL of me and she regurgitated me from her womb. New. I cannot contain her in a poem. So I wrote several. and none of them make sense to the casual observer. She's just. That. Good.

....TheGift