The One

i yearn to be held
to be held so close
that feeling of safety
that only comes from the circle of their arms

knowing they are there for me
through good times and bad
knowing that no matter what happens
they love me for who i am
not having to put up a facade
being myself at all times

feeling their skin on mine
hearing them breathe
their warmth
their softness
looking after them
having them looking after me

knowing i am complete on my own
and yet also knowing
they complete me in ways i never can
wanting to be completed
waiting to be completed

LAH November 1999

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