beneath the stars i stretch my hand and wait, tracing in my thoughts Your beloved shape; in silence between us i lie awake right next to You—clarity in escape.
more than a lover, to You i've confessed, i'm Your steady disciple—though unblessed, the instrument of what You manifest, the keeper of Your flame at Your behest.
but still dimmest of light by my star shines; i'll hold You like a prayer despite the guise, and long for You like sin as passion cries beyond the space where silent truth resides.
among the stars i stretch my hand and wait, for touch, for breath; 'til then i'll hold the ache.
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