I know you are
Easily but carefully
And when you feel
Love is in your grasp
You surrender
To ideas so
Terrifying in
Their simplistic

Like that long
Broken road
Three wheel carts
Lying impotent as
Discarded lovers
In poisoned
Moulding ditches
You stagger on
Feeling dirty
Hungry and

When you enter
An unlikely victor
Choosing castle rooms
In near exhaustion
Slim fingers gripping
Woven silk
Riding hard to negate
Your raging thirst
And if another comes in
Without looking
You raise yourself
And welcome completeness.

As your sweet sweat
Runs in hot rivers
You are home
At last.


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