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.