A Shelter of One's Own

I'm longing to touch you, to stay touching you.
When you hold me close against your chest,
when I come so near
to your quiet pulse,
peace descends
into my soul.
My unconscious mind—
grows drunk searching for some blissful feeling.

In all the time I've had the chance to be near you,
I've only thought—
no one has ever sheltered me
with such tender care,
I have never before passed through
such depths of silent night,
I have never touched hands so trustworthy,
never felt the desire to gaze and gaze
into eyes so full of wonder;
never touched anyone with such restlessness,
never loved anyone taking so much time.

In the world of creation there is no place for bondage,
not the slightest emergence of expectation.
You were the first to understand
that all my writing—
is my heart.