Restless

There is a void
It roils and twists.

It knots desires and lusts,
Cravings and real needs,
Until I don't know
If a gentle hand,
Or faceless pulsing,
Or chaste autumn air
Could ever assuage it

My heart is restless
Until it rests in you.


And I am waiting for the stillness
Not permanence,
Ataraxy without joy,
But a foothold.

A ship's deck,
Leaping on waves,
Running before the wind,
and chasing beauty.