My Savior.


Poetry

I feel your eyes upon me

your breath upon my skin

you are warm

and safe

still I wonder where you are

not seeing you

not feeling you

your physical presence ever elusive

I want to see your face

feel your touch

your arms around me

I want to know your voice

like I know my own

I hear you in my thoughts

my mind it knows your presence

yet still I want your touch

your influence clear

but your tangibility in question

so I press on in faith

that one day I’ll feel your embrace

for your eyes are on me

and your breath surrounds me

as one day your arms surely will.

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