So this is where you’ve taken me
On the edge of your time, your space, your conditions
And I bend over to see what’s down there
But not too far, not too bent, not sure
About that hand of yours, resting on my back
That hand that has led me, brought me, hit me, loved me
Found places I thought were dead, did not exist
That hand that I still feel hot, burning, searing
When it’s gone to another one’s secrets
That hand that has never belonged to me
So this is where I stand
On the edge of my will, my reason, my desire
And as wide and open that my canyon is
As full and available I let it be
You will never bend over to see what’s down there
There is a taker
Does not necessarly mean
There is a giver
such longing… beautiful
thank you 🙂
Wow.
It’s amazing, the effect some people can have.
It is amazing, the depth you know.
Courageous, generous and very open. Keep up the good work.
veronica: yes, the effect can drive, the depth speaks.
weta: thank you 🙂 and thank you for your visit, please come back any time.
This was powerful. I love how introspective it is. I feel like an idiot right now because words are failing me, when I want to say how great this entry was.
Chris
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chris: don’t. that you appreciate the words is enough said. thank you.