Hopefully first of many...
I lie still in the naked spaces of your gaze
minutes, hours, days
I search in your eyes to find me
Dripping from you as honey on an oak tree
And I see I'm no longer barren
As love cracks away the amber
Was it of marriage I sought or in children to raise
Or in wisdom that I'm raptured from the maze
It's so lonely to know that I'm yours
Or I'm not yours
God bless those scooter days and treats
When at last our lost souls meet
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