You remain that one golden light
I lean towards
to keep demons of desperate fear
from eating my hope.
Reality bites the hand that dreams
as we reach towards another's heart,
a steady beating craving
which keeps us alive.
I want you.
I want you today
more than yesterday,
and nothing will devour that desire.
17/8/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-you-31/
