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Through the Glass

Through the glass
I can see you
and it hurts
the tangled mixture
of pain and pleasure
when I think
of how it felt
to be there
in your arms
there are times
I wish I could run
and forget
there are times
I wish you would
hold me again
and take away the fear
would it shock you
to learn that at times
when I am alone
my mind and body
cry out for you
take my hand
lead me from this place
we could share
if you felt the same
it would be wonderful
but I find it difficult
believing anyone would ever
really need me
make me believe

by: Karen Damon 1989