When The Levee Breaks Poem by James Long II

I made a link with the rations
gave tenant fees and made deals with my passions.
Kept a chain on the greed and the hatred.
Patience, doubled down when I paid blood
My reality buckled.
Broke walls, fought bulls and built strength in my muscles
Set sights on horizons.
Made good on promise, made a place in the noon sun.

But I just needed your touch
Words and forget-me-nots were never enough.
No flesh in your Eucharist no blood in your wine
Just shadows of meadows and slipping of time

I chased dreams and cut the ballast off
Bound my demons and took council with the giants and their thoughts aloft.
Rewrote myself without these callouses.
Married duty to my trespass, my kingdom to my vagabond.
Drafted up maps melodic syntax and harmonious geometry,
Finding meaning and the vibrant in the vaulting and the in-between.

But I just needed your heat
A sign of your presence, a soul I could meet.
All word on the wind and mistakes of the mind
There's no breath in an absence, no spirit in kind.