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Oct 2013
Confronted and humbled by this being.
I stare searching for meaning.
Try to peer in deep to study.
The surrounding grounds all ******.
Curiosity calls me closer.
I stand before it, arms crossed and guarded.
Before this peculiar moment. I was lost and open.
This empty desert owned it.
For now it seems, I'm chosen. She reaches in to touch me.
My knees no longer hold me.
Submit upon her presence.
I have no more resistance.
She whispers me a secret. As warm and bright as she is.
This light cannot be mine and,
I feel the need to hide and,
before I act I'm taken, challenged by a kiss.
The walls around me fall.
My reflection in eager eyes call. This is the time, the place I should have been so long ago.
And as my mind tears out, I hear the cleansing shout,
“you could be right here without lust, hesitance or fear.”
“Just let her heart touch you
and let her words soak through.
Just follow them right to,
the one thing you share with few.”
Jonathan Wood
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Jonathan Wood  33/M/Home?
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