by Doug Roberson
Does it well within you, as me,
this wicked, bright intensity?
Is there a crying laughter in you now,
the weepy joy that I have found?
Can you hear me within your dream,
as, at night, I hear my queen?
What of longing within your breast,
the fondest ache that swells my chest;
Do the depths now inside your heart
burst asunder and fall apart?
This is what I feel, it startles me...
Do you feel this sweet misery?