Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s piece of poetry.
Tell me, please, do
Prove reality to me
With the brush of your lips;
Hold me so tight that I can’t question your touch
And only let go when I say
It’s too much;
Ground my ideals
And let them fly
Through the real, authentic sky;
Hold me close, and don’t let go,
For maybe I only dreamed it so;
But if I wake in your circle of arms,
I’ll know that existence
Can cause me no harm.