No
Through me
No
No no
She looked into me
Deeply
She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before
No
Through me
No
No no
She looked into me
Deeply
She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before
The same is true
When exploring
Philosophy, science
And relationships
The subject
Of any investigation
Is not always as interesting
As the context of its conditions
The beauty of a flower is
The life it holds
While purpose lives
Not in its petals
On the ground
Arranged so pretty
An artful mound
They spread
Interact with the ripples of others
Creating interference
Patterns of confusion
They rise to become waves
Washing over the lives of others
Sometimes pummeling them
Like breakers on the shore
Like the waves
Slowly undermining
A steep rocky shore
I miss
The tingling
Resonance
Of your touch
I cannot see
Into the depths
I cannot see
The other side
I demand
You deny
I beg
You withhold
I am quiet
You listen
I am still
You approach
Connecting me
To all that is
To all I need
A secret: