After-All

There is a

soul within my

soul - free of the

madness.  A soul

that stands apart

and whispers silently

to my me.  An echo

in the cavern of

these insides.  Resounding

all around as an endless

ringing.  Listen.  Listen,

to the swell of her hushed

murmurations,

she knows the way. 

Follow the strains

of intuition

that grow between

the hints of innuendo

on her heady, heavy breath.

She is your soul;

after-all.”