To a Point
I have come to a point
I am sure of my material needs
I needn’t any advice on what must be done
I have come to a point
Where I am lost in my sorrow
My melancholy deep-rooted within my mind
There is a longing to seek my own personal prophet
Not like the Christian Jesus
Someone with living flesh and active breath
Someone flawed, honest, feeling
I do not want conversion
I seek a friend to spiritually connect and share with
I seek intimate conversation involving discretion
I seek an intellectual affair
If he were to hold me it would be too much
Too perfect, too beautiful in its grace
A mere holding of the hand
A gentle kiss on the forehead
A word of wisdom and encouragement before departing
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