I wish somehow
at the end of this
kaleidoscopic tunnel
I would hear you say,
I’m here love, here
where the light rings out
and I’m opening into you...

...because you do,
you do open into me.

I feel your filaments--
gauzy webs--
grow tunnels of grey spaces
inside me, but
I can’t tell if what you’re saying
are your words or just echoes
from the thought of you
entangled in me.

Ani Gjika