On the back of my hand My arm Knee I leave a kiss Lingering Free Warmth spreading Goosebumps rising Mind settling Floating Grounding
My love What more can I give you What more can I show you At the limit of my being My love What more can I fault you What more can I demean you Knowing the fault of my character But struggling to fix it My love Love you so that You love me My love
I often think about the story of Narcissus, the youth who spurned his suitors and chose himself over all else...