ALLURE OF ANOTHER

Emotional clinging feels
like holding sand
tightly in our fists
that naturally escapes
leaving only a
desire to wash away
the grit

goodbyes like the
semblance of the breeze
in that fleeting touch
of hair softly blown
across the face
or getting
into our eyes

relations never breathe
like that tree
who shelters so many
retaining their freedom
to fly away at will

crazed like the musk deer
we run around in frenzied search
of a satiation
held within all along

and hope dies every moment
like that tiny dewdrop
drying up as if it
never was
only to tremble
with lush
expectation
of each new day