Waiting To Be Touched

Waiting to be touched

Waiting To Be Touched

As I consider this
Constant no forward
In the tangible and held
I think upon the holding
Instead, the love I found
Growing, infinite and real
There, is where I heal
In the not thinking of
What isn't, for the what is
Is inside me and owned
I realize you there in your
Fears of woman, this woman
In your lists checked twice
I hold in the reflection of
You seeing you inside me
Of my wonder of your fears
Will they stay and if I'm a fool?
I do see, and feel, this regular
Layer above where you were
As I watch you turn in your
Spiral, to become how I see
You, or saw you, because
You like, and long for how
I see you in my eyes
You want that reserved
Vision held in my heart
The idea to become that
That I thought once, and admired
You know you hold, and grasp for

Because your awareness of
What you could be, cannot go
You want this I thought
Whether I still think or not
You never knew how you could
Because you did not know
You already held an admiration
Of your own being in possible
You were already seen as
Where you were going
And don't want to forget
The steps that started you
Where I found you once
With my heart and said in
Words what my vision could
That real, could be, if your fear
Did not win to become that
Dark creature of Narcissist’s
Reflection, instead of your own
Beauty because you are authentic
Because immune to machine
You could stand strong enough
To be open in giant secrets
Your mystery doubled because
Never hidden from arena
You've bared to your undone
Until you are, all you and soft
Because your courage allowed
You that I saw to be, and toward me

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