Crave
Deep voice cradled with tender
Rough hands smoothing it better
The fears hunches my back,
He arches it again with sweet words of wonder
When I doubt all I am
He hugs my angels and my monsters
Reminds me of parts I have stop loving
His calm eyes find my frightened
So he lets me see the storm brewing within
He is chaos reining in to wash my worries
Burning passion with worship so deep
In awe I am as I weep
With joy and want and a thousand more things
Like kisses on the blade of my shoulder
To relax them for a moment
Before the world jumps on it
Or a silent confession of love
From eyes that are afraid to hurt
I relax like water finally meeting
The golden bowl it dreamt of
And let myself be the thirst
That craves those little moments
In a world full of grand ones.
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