I wish to be vulnerable again.
I wish to find another skin to
Settle into at night.
To hang my battle armour on a bedpost
And find a comforting arm to rest my head upon.
I wish to feel tempted again.
I wish to fall victim to the
Lure of Illusion and pretend that this union
That we are home in the depths of our sighs,
And the arch of my back is the slope of your bridge,
And when we fall to pieces,
What we build next reaches even closer to the sky.
I know that you lurk in the shadows of the future
And each step forward draws me
Closer to your fingertips,
Just waiting to draw me in and draw me out.