topic: LOVE AND HEARTBREAK medium: TEXT
I am not scared
of death
old age is what I fear,
that one day I will no longer yearn
for the strokes of your hands
through my hair
or be able to meet your deep gaze
with mine for hours at a time
to not want mold my hand within yours
or feel the warmth of your flesh against mine
on early mornings.
To no longer be enthralled by your full lips,
magnetized to meet them with my own.
To not long to lie my head on your midsection
and look up at you from there.
To walk and be uncompelled to sing your name,
whether or not you are there
but I feel only when I lose love for life
will i lose love for you;
my missing piece,
lost at creation,
or I am your rib
like eve
was
Adam’s
I am yours.
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