By Hank Christian
Date: 10 September 2000
Crystal Prism Skies
My darling,
There is a freedom in your arms
That reaches my very soul
Loosening a tightness of the heart
That has lived there long
In secrecy (and shame)
And there is a tenderness in your touch
That can caress my deepest being
Right through this human mantle
Of skin I wear
And there is a taste in your kiss
That invokes that which is holy
And sacred to this mortal man.
And when I hear you whisper in the dark
I only want to reach out
To touch you
To protect you
But really just to love you
Because I’m not afraid to love
Not anymore
Not under the crystal prism skies
Of your creation.
9/10/00 *Hank*
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