Come Back.
Perhaps the tumultuous love
we shared before
before will be soon resumed
breaking months
of lonely into lucid excitement
as fate becomes
drenched in emotional rises
and ebbs die
with fervent persistence.
Spliced together at last old
vows made in turbulent waters
could leave tidal shallows
and find rest from clamorous
union for binding new
to sense of time we should then
live better without
vibration of constant termagant.
So come back in sight over
the horizon my fisherman\'s boat
I no longer haggle and
for you I am hungry