I don’t need another lover’s kiss-
I need the love to remain
When the kiss is
Not the obligation of the longing,
But the longing
Without the obligation.
I don’t need a hand to hold tight,
Or an embrace
to hold me tighter,
I need fists that fight stronger than the walls erected-
And a breath of fresh air granted
Upon the release of the things that hold me,
When I finally give in to breathe.
Not a hand to hold,
But a hold to have that calms the trembling hand.
I don’t need space to move in,
Or room to grow in,
Or time alone-
I need the space to grow
When I feel alone and the time to see
That alone I am not.
It isn’t the next love I long for
Or the fabled “one”
that I search for-
It is the one love that I already am,
Found in the moment
Of paths crossing-
When upon looking in,
We look up
To what we have stumbled upon.