I want
to lay my head
on the shoulders
of a man
as he shape my
feelings
like clay in the potters hands

His lips
becoming the music
to my broken ears

& every time I doubt
what his heart is saying
he lays his head
on my breast
as he whispers
my fears away

I want to
heal & shed
the darkness of the world
from the pores
of my skin

In the arms
of this angelic man

I need to believe
again
in the possibility
of love..