460 War [24 January 2002]

It’s your scent as you walk by,
the way you move,
how much I long to be closer to you,
waking up to your breathing,
the sleepy grin upon your face,
your eyes as they look at me.
I don’t know why but I think I’m falling,
wishing to drown in your embrace.
If I am falling,
then I will try hard to fight,
for I do not know if I should let myself,
be that diving into your ocean,
or swimming in your sea.
I am frightened by this,
unsure of how to let you know.
I have been alone so long
that I am not sure how to accept
this invasion of you into my deepest soul.
I want to fight it,
this emotion that centers on you.
Yet I want to succumb to everything you are.
So shall this battle be aimless,
for I want to lose.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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