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Trail

Mary De Leon

August 23, 2010

I'm drawn into your gaze

as I drown in your embrace

that isn't existent.

Malleable as it is intangible.

Where would I get the courage?

To escape the abyss

of your presence

and succumb to the force

that is pulling me

out of this world,

where neither time nor law exists

no reason for me to resist.

My eyes crawl

on the softness of your skin,

as if it was my hand touching you.

Following the trail of your moles

like a map to the end

of my endless quest for amity,

tranquility and maybe, love.

Hoping with every bit of hope

that if I could find my way

through the maze of you

I'll find- Me.