Gliding β€” aroused
and enshrouded in a crowd,
my heart pounds under the
fierce July sun.

His darkness calls and my soul
aches, always delivering more
than expected.

Within us there is buried light,
I thought as I sailed the sea
of varied emotions.

I sought to battle with his
demons, knowing that though
they were silenced they could
never truly be defeated.

And anything that I could want
was there in his eyes.

For growth requires soul to
have endured both joy and pain,
and light demands darkness so
as to emanate and be seen.

 

 

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