Sunday, July 31, 2005

fiducia (p)

I lived once, I think
or perhaps that's not quite true
and I've never lived.
Never having been loved
never loving in return
only lust
had ever driven
no, never driven
me to arms
in which I could find
only trust.
There are,
out there,
arms that would trust me
to fall back into
and hold me
in trust.

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