beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

To Sit With You

I’m certain

Of my want

Yet still capable

Of play

So to sit in 

Your company

Brings alive



A flower

Opening in spring

The song of birds

The shine of stars

I bear you

Because I bare you

To all the 

Parts you hide 

Because you find them 


To me,

They’re the real treasure

To sit and look 

Upon you

Is to see the 

Damage and the feeling

Breathe you in

And fall in love

With it

From moment to 



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