Ever Questioned

Off the cuff, turmoil, etc...as it always goes.

So many unworded inquiries:

How and why you and I combine;

What keeps pushing us like tides;

When am I yours and you mine?

Are we forever to be in this rhythm--

The ebb and flow      Push pull    Collide

only now to separate...

Destined to come and go all at once

Will we ever settle into a pattern intact

the way we settle into each other??

Why is it that every time we reach

something aside pulls me off

    and never somewhere better...

yet always I am set adrift

Always to float, drawn back to you

Every current eventually leads me

to the wildly safe warmth

of your arms; of your voice; of your love

Author's Note

I will likely redo this in the near future, a more deeply considered version with the metaphors of imagery I see but felt too urgently to write at this time. Whether or not I post it depends on if I can convey it half as strongly as I feel it, lol.