You have touched me deeply
when you reached out for me
with smouldering finger tips
melting the armor protecting
the grail of my flowering deserts.
A first, almost hesitant touch,
a hushed whispering...when
your gentle voice spoke of
joy and pain and of immortal
liveliness hidden in the
effervescent wellspring of your heart.
Your thoughts are drifting
through the open channels
between us and I can hear
your seductive words which
sing of beauty just like the
reverberation of my longing soul.
I have been waiting
for such a long time to be
touched like that and
you gave me fortitude
when you were looking
for fortitude yourself.
I am a die-hard, yes,
but now I am weak and tired,
for I covered a long distance
between the top of the mountains
and the depths of the Sea.
I met incredible persons and
experienced strange adventures.
I had to run away and hide
Many times I was hurt.
But now I am back home.
A weird, wonderful feeling - almost forgotten,
to be touched and to explore your secrets.
Yes, I want to dilate my bucklers
and stretch out for you...
As you do.
I am shivering still...
Please understand that
I will need a while to stabilize...I had no idea...
Your soul is so beautiful
and your heart so strong.
But I will follow your call
echoed by wild mountainsides
and swallowed by the deep waters...
No, I don't know where to go,
but yes, I will go.

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