Stay with Me

Stay with me.
Answer my call
with a touch,
with your love,
within reach
of my heart.
Hands in search
of the start
of the wounds
that I guard
with the shards
of a love
that stay sharp
like the barbs
of a wire,
formed from betrayed desire,
that grip like the pliers
that twists my insides.
So stay in my mind,
don’t leave,
please just stay,
this I pray,
and as far as I trail,
all that stands in our way
is the way feelings sway.
Although I try as I may,
I just ask that you stay.
Stay with me.
Aimlessly gambling,
playing and rambling.
Making excuses
as the past still professes
to tighten the nooses
that leak out the juices
that ooze out a poison
of choices,
whose voices
sing choruses
that will us apart.
A part of absencia.
Please stay in dementia.
Illusions are pleasure
when I feel your presence
in the touch of your essence,
so I may be
free from the stresses.
No longer guessing,
I’m schooled in the lessons
of longing caresses.
So stay in the message
that eludes the six fences
I trust as my senses.
Escaping the breaking
of feelings misplaced in
a heart that was faking.
Just take me,
embrace me
in this place,
this new sense
of wholeness.
I’m hopeless,
just no less
if you don’t…
stay with me.