In between the world and my sanctuary I get stuck in traffic. Just want to hear you call me baby. Just want to know you still exist and that nothing has come between you and me in the last couple of hours…
but space and time. Nothing else can separate us. I don’t like to make things too simple. I don’t tend to ignore the more symbolic emotions. Nothing is taken lightly. You are more to me than a lover.
I want a full heart from you…a full mind filled with ideas and poetry and art and arguments and understanding. With you. In between the world and my sanctuary I get lonely. Mostly because I forget that I’m not alone. I listen and sing along with my poets on disk. Sit there and remember where I was and recognize where I am. What I had and what I have. And I have to smile. Even with tears in my eyes. In between the world and my sanctuary I am compelled to make myself available and open for people who have no sanctuary of their own. It complicates life, but gives me a purpose. I’m not just floating along for my own sake, but I am significant beyond myself. When someone needs a smile in the middle of a hectic and stressful situation, I don’t want to be the bitch that provides the frown. I want righteous thought with righteous action. Maybe that will get me closer to you… more sooner than later. Technically I am an artist with an artist’s mind. I don’t want to deal with the world. I don’t think I should have to pay bills. I don’t think I should have to sit at a desk. I want my sanctuary where I can create, and be my real self. Eat good food. Listen to good music. Make the best love – over and over. Sleep long. Be and feel safe. With you. in fact, it’s nothing if you’re not there. It doesn’t exist without you. soft and warm and strong and loyal and sweet and beautiful and passionate. Nice hands, beautiful eyes, sexy back, the smile and the voice I want to see and hear. Needing me as much as I’m needing you.
Being the breast where you rest your head if you be the arm I where I can lean and cry. In between the world and my sanctuary, I lay in bed hearing your voice…in the dark. I close my eyes and transport myself where I think you are. I don’t think I should have to be anywhere else.
but space and time. Nothing else can separate us. I don’t like to make things too simple. I don’t tend to ignore the more symbolic emotions. Nothing is taken lightly. You are more to me than a lover.
I want a full heart from you…a full mind filled with ideas and poetry and art and arguments and understanding. With you. In between the world and my sanctuary I get lonely. Mostly because I forget that I’m not alone. I listen and sing along with my poets on disk. Sit there and remember where I was and recognize where I am. What I had and what I have. And I have to smile. Even with tears in my eyes. In between the world and my sanctuary I am compelled to make myself available and open for people who have no sanctuary of their own. It complicates life, but gives me a purpose. I’m not just floating along for my own sake, but I am significant beyond myself. When someone needs a smile in the middle of a hectic and stressful situation, I don’t want to be the bitch that provides the frown. I want righteous thought with righteous action. Maybe that will get me closer to you… more sooner than later. Technically I am an artist with an artist’s mind. I don’t want to deal with the world. I don’t think I should have to pay bills. I don’t think I should have to sit at a desk. I want my sanctuary where I can create, and be my real self. Eat good food. Listen to good music. Make the best love – over and over. Sleep long. Be and feel safe. With you. in fact, it’s nothing if you’re not there. It doesn’t exist without you. soft and warm and strong and loyal and sweet and beautiful and passionate. Nice hands, beautiful eyes, sexy back, the smile and the voice I want to see and hear. Needing me as much as I’m needing you.
Being the breast where you rest your head if you be the arm I where I can lean and cry. In between the world and my sanctuary, I lay in bed hearing your voice…in the dark. I close my eyes and transport myself where I think you are. I don’t think I should have to be anywhere else.
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