To Be Alive

Blurring every sense…

every aspect of who I use to be.

My right, my wrong…

an illusion… I am breaking free.

Each delicate kiss mends…

that which has been broken down

to meticulously rebuild…

build back up…up from the ground.

Every stroke of your hands…

 love evident from the gleam in your eyes.

Tenderly passionate….I await your command…

You have become my life.

Looking to you for guidance, for direction…

This is what it feels like to be alive.

© bipolarmuse 2012

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