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Once You Open

Did you know

If we lived together

          If we had ever lived together

We would always be holding hands or arms or waists or something, when we went walking, which we would do a lot, because always I would be moving closer and touching and petting you, relaxing, massaging, worshipping quietly, taking tension, stroking, nuzzling,

Always

Touch is my language, fascinated by your many languages,

Because i would be trying to get closer

                                                         To crawl inside your heart

                                                             Come in and know you better man

 

We fight for what we love

                                                     We can’t help it

It’s how we’re made

                                                                       We can hide it

But we can’t undo                   what has been done

                                                                                                 Spark ignited now smolders softly in silence

                         It does not extinguish, or even flicker

Blow as i might

 

Wait to know and know to wait

To be sad forever

                                                          Or to trust i am certain and correct

                                                                                                                                        As I am

 

Love is sweet, and it’s easy, once you open

 

I am not open so I don’t have love

I am not open because one man opened the door I had sealed shut

I am not open because I wait for him

 

I wait for him, that one man, if he’s not coming

Which doesn’t make sense in any realm but appears possible, not probable but I’ll allow possible

 

I am open to another only if I let him go, so

                                                                                                                                       Why won’t i?


 

It’s this immense unearthly healing wonderful magical musical unquenchable connection

                                  He is gone, you have gone on

                                                                                                                  It stays; unearthly, powerful

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