By Harem
Date: 10 March 2001
..... He Knows the Path......
How does one find the way to that once was closeness.
Through the valley of snakes
Over the crest of hills cast with traps and poisonous vines
Each step wrought with danger
Dens of wolves howling in the night
Quicksand cleverly concealed.
Yearning with craving burning through my veins
Skin on fire with heated desire
Unquenchable thirst to reach his fountain
I can hear his voice calling me.
Driving me wild to be with him
To be in his presence if only to hold him.
To cradle his head against my breast.
Rocking him with warm soft arms.
Calming his fears, kissing his tears.
But I cannot find the way
Running forward I fear falling
Into the great precupice
The pit where no one returns
Where the pain excruciates forever
And death would be a better release.
Can he hear me calling out to him
Come grab me by the arm
Guide me safely, to your side
He knows the path to me
The one with rainbows and flowers
Where sunshine rules mellow misty showers
He fears me, and I him.
Yet I can speak only for my own mind
The path to me is open clear and laden with pink petals
Will he, will he, take the chance.
Will his desire for me overcome his fears
My voice awaits his
. With trembling
.
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