Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh," he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."
i trace the curve of
your jaw
with my lips.
i breathe in the scent
at your neck.
there is a need in my chest
to lay beside you
(as close as i can be)
beside you.
until my lips
-are your lips-
and my skin
-is your skin-
and somehow when you sigh
i softly breathe you in.
i just want to be sure of you
i kiss your cheek
with a reverence
i had (long ago)
thought faded
and pull you close
with a joy
i had oft-considered
jaded.
there is this lightness
in my heart
whenever you speak
soft words
into my ear.
i am comforted by
the realization
-i no longer need to fear-
i just want to be sure of you
i turn into the darkness
and whisper your name.
i grasp for your hand
and you gently do the same.
there is relief
in the knowledge
you are holding me close
on this night.
for sometimes i lose sight
and vainly try to see.
yet nothing is more clear
than the warmth of your embrace
(the kindness in your eyes)
my faith is overdue....
but
i am slowly
becoming
sure
of you.