enough

for the first time,

I am in the place

where I want to be;

inside her love;

it fills me completely,

as this insatiable thirst,

which has driven me

from the beginning,

is finally satisfied;

moments from the past,

flash by in the night,

but they no longer touch me,

no longer decide,

where it is

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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