Becoming Whole

A Poem

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I long for the nights when love’s arms pulse around me
But I live for the days when my solitude yields good art
I long for the nights when my desire spills over the edges
But I live for the days when my strength encompasses me

I long for the nights mirrored by your eyes
But I live for the days when my imagination runs wild in the cosmos
I long for the nights when your lips dance upon me
But I live for the days when I croon a song made up along the way

I long for the nights when drama fills the air
But I live for the days when I am serene as the Sahara
I long for the nights when comfort is near
But I live for the days when not knowing is freedom

I long for the nights when I am drunk on you
But I live for the days when I am whole, unencumbered by the suffocating weight of you

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