I wrote this several months ago, when I was reading far too much dark, classic literature. Today, a conversation reminded me of it…
Give me darkness, for I am burdened
Give me light, for I am blinded
Give me pain, for I am aching
Give me ecstasy, for I am yearning
Give me touch, and taste, and sound, and smell of flesh on flesh and hold me.
And in those fleeting moments, save,
to memorise each sense of me, and us, and this
and hold me.