Panacea


My lips against the nape of his neck

hands lightly stroking his back

I would give up the world for that

What would have been if we hadn’t met?

 

I am a moth flying to his raging flame

only to get burnt over and over again

I’ll fly to him every time without a shame

Don’t you know there’s pleasure in pain?
In the midst of the unbearable chaos, he stood

Through the whirling darkness, the only good

Oh how I crave so deeply for his presence

Even if it means to just sit with him in silence