Sausalito
- mh-musings
- Mar 15, 2020
- 1 min read
You are my call of the wild A welcome embrace That bears only love.
You give without asking, You caress without demanding, You soothe without thinking.
If my dreams could speak, It would sing your tunes. If my soul had a place, It would reside in you.
You and I,
We pulsate alike.
Rustic, primal,
Perennially revived.
Never deterred
Nor dominated.
Not because We do not scar, But because Our scars Become us.
- mh (c) 2020
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