Like a bloodstream cell that only knows

its way to the heart, or the waves flowing

oceanward, beachward for a million, million

years. Like fingernails that don’t know how

to stop and would keep on growing if it

weren’t for scratches or chores. Like doors

that know only open and close, I started

to follow the same old ache that leads

me loveward, takes me always straight

to you. My nose pulling me to your touch,

your scent, your taste, but then I remember

the empty I saw last night in your eyes,

and I turn back home for once.