Come rest and heal,
Oh wounded one
Whose sleep the long-ago haunting times besiege.
Curl into the warmth of me, to there
Unleash your buried heart.
Slide beside me in the night,
Offer your lips to mine, and
Take in return from me your desires.
Oh longing one,
With your need to hold belovd the soul of another.
Quell the fears of your imprisoned heart,
The key to that pain-forged lock has already turned,
And the door,
Oh waits ever patient,
No longer the aching wanderer,
To journey forth into soothing dreams regain'd.
nmhill © 27 december 2001
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