In truth,
he conquers all else.
To the forefront is he
of all things
that cross the waters of my mind.
A recurring emotion,
sheltered and nurtured
among all that lives on
in the caverns of my soul.
Empty I feel,
when he is not near.
To the brim am I
when surrounded
by the sense of he.
It is a pleasurable torment
that I find myself in.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017