Friday, 17 November 2017

New Love Is More Extreme Than Reality

A poem from 1994



I want to be with you
It is my great desire
I want you to visit me
Every car door that slams
I hope it is yours
Every footstep I hear outside
I hope it is yours
Every voice in the street
I wish it were yours
Yet you don’t come
And I know this is the right thing
Kiss me
You don’t have to win me
I belong to you
My heart has been yours for longer
Than you would believe
O love, rise up
desire, awaken for me
Come to life
Take me
For I await that day with growing impatience
and questioning

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