Who or what are you sadness?
Why do you fill me so?
Why when you come do I feel sooo full?
Encompassed and encapsulated?
Searing and full, full, full.
You are so full.
You leave no room for doubt, derision or subversion of self.
You fill me from toe top to hair tip.
You radiate into the space of my aura.
I so respect your contained vastness.
Comforted in the knowing of your wholeness.
I am an allower of your embrace. Submittor to your wash.
Ahh that is it!
I am a submitter to your wash as you cleanse me.
I respect you sadness.
I have a fondness for the mutual respect of our relationship.
You know when you are wanted and how long to stay.
Because of this I do cherish your visits.
Flit around on your social calls and do come again.
How is it then, I can love you more... when you are gone?
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