Working Out...an ode to happiness
He is hope, personified
Inhale that vibe, infusions
Of energy that uplift.
An inner smile pushes outwards
Until I can feel those muscles In my face again.
They ache with disuse, but
I carry on, a daily exercise
Easier with time.
It seemed impossible
This meeting, unexpected, perhaps
Unwanted, but I am here
Cloaked in his smell, his clothes
His presence and there is peace
At long last.
December 2007
Trust
Trust.
That I want you in my life.
Trust.
That I care.
My baby steps toward you
May seem too small
But still I’m walking.
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