deja vu shivers.....
	heart quivers....
		wanting....waiting....
		I felt
as branches tossed and torn by windswept skies
	of gray and white...	.
	whispers of you pulse through me
then all is quiet.... a brief repose is sought....
	leaves fly
	and dive
	for cover....
	in the moment of their rest...
melodies fill the air....songs I've known and yet to share
	wanting to . . .
		waiting to. . .
unsettling....this weathered day...
	alas, you were not here to tell me so...
for I would  have listened...
	my chin rested upon my palm....
laughter missed....touch to crave.... a windswept day. . .
with light flickers across my eyes
the sun nods its head through clouds
a race to finish first
	and still  the whispers of you pulse through me....
	I send you back the current .......
		looping it round my lust....
wanting...
....waiting ...