i am yours

forgive this desperate soul
raging in the darkness
howling feral at the moon
it must surely adore

forgive this quaking voice
murmuring mirthless groans
stuttering groundless fears
it should never proclaim

without your touch to define me
i grow shapeless, dwelling in obscurity

without your voice to guide me
i wander aimless these salted tracts

for you see
i am yours
and in so being
am i fulfilled

Salt Lake City 03 Sep 2012