5 August 2012
Hold me tight in your embrace, Don't let go: it's not a race.
Take my worries, they're too much, Relieve my shoulders with your touch.
Skin to skin, material, Our moulding bodies, ethereal.
Such chaste action from we two, One hug refreshes, makes me feel new.
Take me in and hold me near, Whisper softly, 'I am here.'
I trust, I live, I love you now, I lived before, yet I don't see how.
A Simple Embrace. • Opuss № I