Maybe…I Have A Problem

Maybe it’s okay…

Some would argue,
That it’s just human nature.

We seek,
And drive for
What makes us safe,
And satisfied,

And complete.

But does that perspective
Grant me license
To think of
Nothing but you?

Feeling your chest,
Compressed against mine,
Sharing a heartbeat…

Feeling your hips
Joined to mine,
Making one from two…

Steps beyond the now,
To an essential moment.

Two…

Lovers…

Now one emotion.

And this rapture,
Rips routine from me,
And focuses what’s left
On…

On you.

Maybe it’s just me.

But there is no escape.

Just you,

Taking,

All of,

Me.

Can I see beyond
This communion?

No.

All I dream of

All I strive for,

Is to serve…

And please…

You.

Maybe…

I have a problem.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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4 thoughts on “Maybe…I Have A Problem

  1. Aww😳😳

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    1. Yes…I have a problem…and glad to admit it! 🙂

      Like

  2. This is so beautiful 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. So glad you liked it! Thanks for the interest in my work!

      Liked by 1 person

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