Poem

The dark, the tender, the pure

And with every written word
I fall deeper into you
Every trembling sentence
is being etched upon my skin
All the anguished letters
wrap around me like a blanket

Don’t you see how my heart is open for you?
Every fiber of your being
The dark, the tender, the pure
I want it all
Because you complete me
Fill up every crack in my soul
Even if you don’t know it yet

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