So much of me wants so much
To do nothing but to lie next to you,
To watch the hours pass us by
As we sense the exhilaration of touch
And whisper that this is enough.
So why on my worst of days
Do I still struggle with a childish mistrust
Of the beauty of what I have been given,
Of the love to be found in your arms,
As though I have a faith waiting to turn to rust?
So bring me back to the authenticity of this moment.
Give and take the pleasure which outweighs past pain
And overshadows the looming risks
Of a future which will always be unknown,
Of a flickering hope which may leave another stain
Or which may take me to a place I call home.
–Written by Sandy heights
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