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Desire

 


I close my eyes to see your light,
felt blinded, you are too bright.
Far away from everything known,
I beg him to let me call you home.

So I walk down with you on your path,
to face your fury, to face your wrath.
But you hold me gently and you hold me with such poise,
it relieves you from your lies, it overrules all my noise.

Languishing for you I can’t breathe,
it makes me happy even when I grieve.
But I went back running to all the holy books I’ve read,
he nudged me and said, "my love, desire by nature is tough to satisfy - it can only be fed".

_____



Until next time,
Love always
S


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