holding the cards (with auDio)

no fold

I melt when I look in your eyes

no surprise, a part of me dies inside,

a part of me surprised I’d find

eyes like mine meeting eyes like yours.

The depth of your entirety desires me.

The depth of my entirety desires we.

Vacant emotion for so long

when the waves of the ocean come so strong…

you wade in the motion, we both long

for the weight of devotion to grow on…

…and on, I see your skin in my touch,

I see your chin in my clutch

as I kiss the lips that I love,

and I wish the hips that I rub

were in my hold, so bold this story untold,

I fold my cards just to know

they’ll be dealt again and again, never sold.

My soul is within the range

of the soul who has convinced the strange

feelings inside me to feel like they’re rising…

…surprising this intention to find a new normal,

life is so serious but what happens when the portal

closes on seriousness and opens on gentle nature?

I hold those cards again and make a monumental wager,

the favor is in my hand…and I’ll make this bet

again and again where I stand

the footsteps in our sand

will be side by side, hand in hand,

I will not fold again.

d.

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