He touched me without ever touching
He freed me by also caging
Amnesia to the lies that were given
Or maybe he’s a dream I am missin’
I lived in his words where I loved
I grew, and I stumbled and I learned
I ached and I longed and I hurt
I still dance and I scream and I thwart
His love is rare like an eclipse
What I’d give to hear my names off his lips
Or to feel both his hands on my hips
Just to be a girl that he worships
© Delia Ross. 2020
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