Jonathan

This was a poem written to my boyfriend I had at the time.

Within this crevice of this comfortless sorrow,
of dark surreal in lack of amour gain,
my thoughts swirl in aspiration of no tomorrow,
to seek equanimity deprived from pain.

A presence near bearing content purpose,
provides the guiding hand to my evasion,
caresses my wounds with benevolent junction,
I imbibe his fidelity into my being.