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January 30, 2010

I’m pouring it out
my loneliness, aching
desire to be loved
need for closeness
but somehow I just can not utter the words

Take my hand, hold it in your own
let your long fingers curl fast around mine
I rise from the couch, clothed in only the night
and stand close to you
feel your presence
a rock in the ocean
floor sways under my feet
with your closeness

I put my arms round you
I squeeze you to me
put my head on your shoulder
and let it well out from me

the tears and the anguish
the torment of being me
the influence of disruption

I want you to soothe
all the destructive energy
violent disarray of my tortured soul

I need your demons to quell my own
I need to be yours, and yours alone

30th May 1994

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