Basking in your shadows, I glow,
Burning with a light they will never see.
Silently embraced by my thoughts of
your thoughts, in your imagined hold.
In your real hold, I am almost putty,
my soft soft scared self. Don’t grind
me too hard too much, or I will slip,
sand, through your fingers. Lying to lie
with you, a conscience blurred by wants
to be sated. I think I can live with
the guilt of my absences, as long as
I am basking in your shadows.