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Uncertainties and Realities

Uncertainties and Realities
As we lay arms and legs entwined....
the contrast of skin complexion is vivid, 
but it's hard to determine where 
I end, and you begin. 
We are one when lying thus, 
staring into each other's 
eyes, into each other souls. 
We connect, compliment, and complete each 
other. 
I have given myself to you, totally, completely....
in the knowledge that you will take care 
with my heart....and with my soul. 

You have become a vital component 
of the essence of my being. 
When we 
are together, I feel as I have never felt before, 
will ever again with 
anyone else. 
I long for you to give yourself freely, completely, 
to release 
these feelings that you try so hard to restrain, 
and I long for you to 
share all of yourself with me. 
You withhold from me the gift that would 
sustain me, 
fortify me, which would nurture the emotions we feel....
or at least the love that I feel for you, unconditionally. 
Though I understand 
your reluctance
....because like the ominous skies before a storm, 
it hangs over us, making 
time spent together bittersweet. 
It cowers in the corners of our minds, 

This uncertainty, this pain, this reality. 
So jokingly we refer to our 
futures, 
that we will share with each other, 
although probably only in 
conversations as friends. 
And it hurts to think of the time
when this horrible reality will come to pass
and we will have to live 
with just memories. 
But I will have those memories 
to comfort me, 
to cling to, to warm me, 
when the nights are too dark and 
the wind is too cold. 
For the love we shared will warm my nights, 
my heart, 
and my soul....
and bring a smile to the lips 
that you once kissed....
so sweetly....so tenderly
....with such love. 

 (c) Sherrie Gore
USA
March,  2000

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