As these words come out I reach to catch them
For fear they may destroy me
And all I’ve sought
To stand my ground
Unravels here before me

I’ve only caught a wind of you
It’s more than I can stand
You’re all the things
Made of dreams Luscious fruit
Forbidden land

I hold you close, you bite my lips
But blood you do not draw
Into a naked sky we dive
As passion drags its claw

My past has made its evil known
For you it’s done the same
Has scarred us both from head to toe
Life plays a funny game

But I will stand, I will not run
From you I feel so much
On winter days as cold as these
I warm from just your touch

© 11/6/1996
William Grant Preston

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