by Adam Sifre
I lose you.
I find you. Again and again.
Crushed and abandoned,
transformed and embraced.
You are my warm, sunny day and
my bone-chilled November night.
My life wavers between
Redemption and Banishment
Every moment your eyes pronounce judgment.
My world, balanced on a wisp of spider-silk,
shakes with the softest breeze from your lips,
I am anchorless, adrift with only love
To keep me afloat.
And it is enough.