Sometimes the ache is so
acute I see no way to continue on.
The touch of his hand on my
heart like the barest brush of a butterfly’s wing;
So beautiful, so profound.
It confuses and confounds
It exhilarates and
invigorates
It builds me up and crashes
me down
I get lost in the dark of his
passion, the passion that is my light.
Sometimes I think that
running away is the only thing I can do to keep from getting lost;
But with his touch I am home.
It is passion and longing
It is love and delight
It builds me up and crashes
me down
How do I reconcile the
yearning and the ache deep inside.
The only thing I can do is
let him be who he is, support him, be his mirror, his gift;
Be true to myself with my
love.
It is courage and fear
It is longing and desire
It builds me up and crashes
me down
I have all that I need deep
inside of me for he has shown me this truth.
His dark, his light, his
passion, his truth, his touch that leads me through the maze of myself;
Bringing me to my truth.
It is home and rest
It is healing and respite
It builds me up………………
Like a wave I crash on the
rocks of love.
© Dawn C. Davis
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