Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Perfect Measurements

your arms lock around me
emanating heat that surrounds me,
fills me in and takes me under
with heaving sighs
I hold on tight
ridding myself of all concerns inside me
until my breath eases
my grasp releases you
Frail i feel, in your embrace
fragile yet carefully held
with tender hands
that fear my fall
my break
and for my own sake
you hold me quite right
as if you've got insight to my soul
as if to protect me from a fall
but nevertheless
give me room to breathe
to soar
to fly
only i always fly right back to you

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