Wondering when we’ll wring and wrest ourselves together a tautening melody,
what new song will grow between us, through us, as us,
until the next and the next ‘til we’re writhing, not in agony,
no, not that, no more of that.
Just the ecstasy, the face to faceness, flesh to flesh with
zero wonderings, all our doubtings obliterated in waves
crashing through the miles once between us, waves
encircling, encompassing, entwining a we free, open, complete.
Until then, these feasts will have to do.
J. Ruth Kelly 
Yes, yes, yes. Time to be done with agony and doubtings. New songs are here/coming.