Sunday, March 31, 2013

Refuge

Withered and worn are my shoulders
From bearing such a daunting load.
Thoughts running miles in my mind
With no finish line in sight,
No escape

 Except when our eyes meet,
A moment when I'm powerless,
I had no idea that could be such a
Powerful
Feeling.
Trapped,
And yet so free.

At this moment,
In our haven of down and silk,
You are the sturdy shoulder I lean on,
And I yours.

At this moment,
Our bodies become one,
All is lost, nonexistent.
Bliss.