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,

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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