in the cave of quiet i know now
with something like light laughing
something like the pleasure of air
that it was you, after all, that i
followed
even when i thought i'd left
good thing it doesn't take me forty years
to learn a mirage from a promised land
i have been, in this moment,
fortunate enough to land my body
in a good place
to know that the good touch,
the little whisper
the respite from fear
has always been your lover's hand
the gentle touch, the loving thrust
i trust
was always you