A Beautiful Stain

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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