Beloved,
Where can you be found?
Under dew kissed ferns?
Or are you the fern?
Beloved,
I do not know you.
Do I even desire to know you?
How do I go about such an unfinishable task?
Beloved,
How do I share myself with you?
Is there anything of me to share, for all I ask is questions?
Beloved,
Maybe I am only a leach.
If I am I do not wish for you to know me.
Beloved,
Why do I call you by that name?