too long I moved
without your swing,
and dreamt
without your magic.
a scoundrel without charm,
only dangerous
to himself.
longing
for that part
of me
that I had given
wholly
to you.
Now I hear the call,
feeling the
sun on my back,
& the grass
twixt my toes..
Now I feel you,
meu camará
theDeprevation 