From down feather filled comforters we sit, with our feet stretching past
I now remember what our movements felt like - peeling paint on bare canvas
Possibility is found in the sound of our awaiting aspirations
Touch me as you look at me
Look at me like you talk to me
Defend me as you challenge me
Move me as you decipher life's challenges
Please let your reservations be no different then my fears
Because when I sit, I want you to lie, standing in our shadows.
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