Touch
okshenyah
Powerful is the touch of a man.
A man so disarming, you hold still whenever he is near.
Near in your thoughts is the beginning.
Beginning at the start of this love affair stood two souls.
Two souls waiting, willing, and eager to become an anchor.
An anchor of whatever the other one needed to be.
Being this or that, or even willing to go further.
Further removed from where you began, love grew.
Love grew between you and me in the place where the fountain of separation lingered.
To linger on with you would be devastatingly crushing.
Crushing into you, running next to you, you.
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You are and will forever be the man I want, the man I need, the man my heart clenches for when waters run too deep and still to give me a moment’s break and I run I mean I run faster and faster into your arms my feet give way to the land below me like the moment before the end comes and the end can never come if it’s just me and you and my pace will pick up the more I watch you grow into rooted tree limbs entangling and standing firm because I want to be a branch on your tree I want to be intertwined with you against you because you are my everlasting air.
