He

Fear subsides
Guilt subsides
Going with the flow
Spirit
I delve into his blue
His black
His unknown
Dance within his stare
As my fingers flow with ease
Through his hair
And my beliefs
That we could be one;
He is mystery
In the common place of my world
He is
Flow
In the stagnant I've become
Pushing and pulling me
As he strokes
Because he thinks I ignore;
He is subside
As I push aside
Those things forbidden
For chances
For my antiquated state
And simple answers
That never come
Despite the experience I gain
Over and under again
In my desire
To be loved...
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