love through poetry by ralph usdan

With no senses and the smile of a chimp ......I shall more or less continue to speak when spoken to.I have written this poem for years and I know its what I mean.The loss of not being somewhere or being enough for another is a primal one that we must all feel from time to time.How could I not think of wasted words? Would mountains move for you to quell the fire in your soul? would, if only for the sake of like seeing like.When I see the sadness I know they, you hide,your fierce desire so familiar that waves of healing from your light immerse and engulf me,how can I avoid the bittersweet heat of my hijacked heart or the perspiration that washes away my mind by my heart filled from the full moon of your totality possessing me? Would mountains move for me or would it be easier to wait,unaware, on the curbside, in a cafe' corner table,outdoors and hidden,for you to c me for the first time.How could that be wrong which is of its self,without contrivance. http://picasaweb.google.com/ralphusdan/RalphUsdanPaintings20072008#518819022667750521http://docs.googlhttp://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dcjxg98t_3f23xp4hq&hl=ene.com/Doc?id=dcjxg98t_3f23xp4hq&hl=en8ut