My arms ache
needing you
safe
against my chest
where I
can
catch the boogeyman
and make him
go far away
to hold
you
tight and stroke
your hair
whispering
it's ok I'll
make it better
but comfort by
proxy is
all
I can manage
the phone
my
conduit my arms
empty my heart
wanting you aching
for you,
love
Beth Shaw 07/28/00