My love, my words frustrate me.
Catch upon my tongue and evaporate.
So fierce that they combust.
Yet in my mind there are oceans of thoughts for you.
In every waking moment.
Torrents of love that cleanse and replenish.
They flow from me always.
As you raise your hand in farewell.
Glance at me through frosted glass.
Come out of a yawn.
Stir in your sleep.
All are one.
© Tom Tide 2016