Your Touch

I won't usurp your Midas dreams  
Dripping lazy golden memories  
Wherein all you touch is turned to gold  
And of golden thread the spell they weave  

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Melting into you  
Adrift  
Within the incense of your grace  
All that is bold - the swift pride in me  
Laid down  
And again, as when a child  
Just longing to be held  
Lost within the moments warmth  
Such moments far to few  
Perchance, some simple passing words  
When silence says so much  
To be held and by your touch  
Healed and renewed  
Sweet peace such moments silent speak  
Worldly cares laid by for love  
As I sit simply at your feet  
Not seeking love of passions, tempest tossed  
Nor blind, misplaced, and slavishly so  
But as one  
Together  
In a time transcending  
At ease  
At peace  
Sweet in precious being  
For you are all I need