You hold me
Like the womb that bore me
You whisper 'my baby'
Just like the woman who gave
me life. You are simple
Like I should be.
The years have claimed
The skin around your
Red rimmed blue eyes.
In a moment of youthful
Arrogance I cherish how
Beautiful I feel with you.
I do not love you yet
The way you should be loved.
But there is beauty in
Stealing into your room
Early in the morning
And being encased in
Those hard working hands
I feel relief and peace
Surging through the veins
Of my nomadic existence
Others have taken but you
Give. More that I have ever
been given. If this is not
Love, I don't want to know
What love is. And when you are
Inside me, I like the silence
Of the day breaking, like the
Music that you bear in my heart.
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