My Precious One, my Midnite Jewel, reflecting stars and boulevard billboards, reflecting the ravenous passion you see in my wise, well-traveled and welcoming eyes. I have been gone so long. I know. But not forever - because I remember with my heart one moment of soulful intimacy that kept me elated in my glory, alive at my most dire and could not have been a dream all this time. It was certainly of this world, it was you your virgin flesh. And for that memory I have returned. Am I here?

It was difficult to be apart. Without communication. Without word. Without a promise. Without goodbye. What went awry? Seeping leaking though the ceiling, excruciating repetition, obsessive rain. Drips soak a stable mind and threatens the structure from inside. It was the only sound we could count on sometimes.

I will make no excuses and gleam over the pain, but stand here before you letting all of this show. I will kneel at your altar, I will head in your lap, or I will kiss all of my experiences deeply into your lips, so you'll never have to ask where did I go.

The hands may be calloused but they finally know for what they reach. Midnite Jewel, I am ready. Is this home?

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