in secret places no one has reached before,
in silent places where words only interfere,
in sad places where only whispering makes sense …
in the morning when light still clings to us,
at midday when confusion crowds upon me,
at twilight as I begin again to know who I am,
in the evening when I see you and hear you.
like a child who will never have enough love,
for I am someone who wants to be lost in your arms,
someone who has known enough pain to love ,
someone who is sometimes strong enough to give.
in crowds when a single look says everything,
in solitude when it’s too dark to see,
in absence when I reach for you through time and miles.
when I ask
when I am afraid to ask.
with your lips, your hands, your heart, your presence in the room.
gently~ for I am fragile
firmly~ for i am strong
often~ for I am alone.
And I will touch you the same way.
~Richard Drake Jones