in pitch black darkness.
I am not alone. Sometimes
I feel safe and warm with the
clasp of your hand; yet sometimes
i sense only your vague presence
around me.
I fear the moment
when i grope around in the darkness
only to find there is
no you. And i struggle to keep the
blindfolds on, so that the
excruciating light does not
hurt.
But, at least for now, the
rhythms of your heart
resound in me. And
I am happy. At least
while it lasts.
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