Come sit with me and hold my hand... <br /> <br />It will be our hands touching, <br />but I will be aware of your body, <br />the rythm of your breathing... <br />your heat <br /> <br />I will put my hand against your heart <br />and your heart will become still <br />my hand will become one with you <br />and your heatbeat will be for me only <br />for now at least... <br />Yes, your heart will become still <br />and your will know <br /> <br />There is no suggestion in my words <br />They are what they purport to be <br /> <br />Sometimes I need to hold your <br />hand to kow that my life is not <br />running away from me... <br />Sometimes I need to allow your <br />rythm to lead me so that I don’t <br />lose myself... <br />and sometimes I need to feel your heat <br />so that I know that I am still alive <br /> <br />So, come sit with me and hold my hand <br />for now at least...<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-sit-with-me-and-hold-my-hand/
