those arms that i want around me
i find are Yours instead.
that calm hand upon my cheek,
it's not his, it's Yours.
all these earthly desires
are fulfilled by The Celestial.
until You say go
if You will.
until the green light,
all stops withheld.
and i'll be safe with You.
secure with Your arms
and his entwined around my waist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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