MY SANCTUARY

I know I'm loved.
I know I'm seen in a "certain" light by you.
I know that beyond the way you see me, you feel very deeply for me.
For my mind - for my soul. You care about WHO I am.
You know that you don't just have me, my body. But you have
ALL OF ME.
Every inch, every fibre.
Every thought, every feeling.
You have me utterly and completely.
You always will. You are not selfish and self-centred,
you are not arrogant and vain.
We are uninterrupted by ego - somehow after all these years,
through everything that we have been through,
It is your touch that I long for, your arms around me, your kiss on my neck.
Your warmth each night as we lay close, Your words whispered in my ear,
your love in my heart.
You are my SANCTUARY.
I LOVE YOU!

THE WEDGE

It's fiction, Untruths, filtered down and through these lives.

I may not want to believe that this is even me,

I am included.

We all ARE to one degree or another.

Aware that we should be satisfied and fully complete with all that we have

and all that we are – yet there are ripples and tides underneath

the surface,

that pull us down, 

taint our every fibre,

fill our every moment with false hope.

Reaching out, NOT NEEDING, no – not needing.

WANTING.

And so, a wedge is created, small in the door.

A wedge nonetheless.

Impossible to destroy, having grown stronger for time:

A shorter span of perhaps three years

and a seemingly timeless connection of two decades.

The Wedge, like a web, spun anew in 5 months...

What are we to capture and hold onto?

What are we to devour? IF ABLE.

Aware of a venom, coursing slowly through our lives,

from a gentle bite.

Lingering slowly,

burning with a passion.

SATISFIED.

I AM.

AND I AM NOT.

                       WILL AND WILL NOT BE –

                                                                            TILL I HAVE HAD ALL.