Enough

for the first time,

I am in a place

where I want to be;

inside her love;

it fills me completely,

satisfying this insatiable thirst,

completing this broken circle,

moments from the past

flash by in the night,

no longer touching me,

no longer deciding

where this road leads,

in the morning the truth

comes crashing back in,

like some giant ocean wave,

washing everything out to sea,

leaving the beach

fresh and clean,

stripped to the bone,

ready for a new day,

as I reach for her hand,

feeling her smile

upon my tired and

worn soul;

and I know

it is enough.

.

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