A cry
Sometimes
Dies
Until released
And so I feel
Like that stifled life
I lived before you
Before I knew what
Was possible
And who I could be
Always hoped
Dared that dream
To be loved
***
Our skin runs long
Down and around
Touch tender and true
Gripping your hips
Breathing you in
Lips finding their mark
I can linger here
Caught
Bound
Hands on your back
Fingers running up
To your neck
I won't let go
Your naked form
Below me
Pressing myself
Into your flesh
Igniting cold space
With brilliant ecstacy
Of dormant suns
You release everything
Unto me
Soaking it in
Born anew.
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