I want to wake up
I want to rest on one elbow and watch you
b r e a t h i n g
every feature with eyes so enraptured, pupils
and lids so saturated oh
they cannot bring themselves to o-
tear-heavy and aching with love
I want to touch
to touch with mind's fingers over and over
what has been laser-imprinted
I want to lay my head light on your chest.
for I have not
for oh, so many years.
I want to hear
your heart b e a t
every thrum a strum to the strings that are my own.
Strings that tendril as if towards the sun.
You are my
The sweet, sweet release I had given up on.
The tender, un-
some kind god's precious benison
un-looked for solace
treasured G i f t.
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Love - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to...