The Challenge

The Challenge.

To let myself go with a stranger.

To let myself feel little, but the physical lift.

To take you into me.

To take something from you

And you'll miss nothing.

What I want, and to want it is real,

Is to not be alone

To not be left to survive

To not be left for dead

But to feel alive

Quicken that in me one more time

Hallelujah! Jeff sings so softly in my ear

The cold and broken love I'd had.

Wasted away on days gone mad

With pain and sorrow and paralysis

Of the heart. Can you bring me past that?

A voice wrenched out of me with the strokes

Of you inside touching that which I could not reach

A candle flame can be shared

Over and over without losing

One bit of its brightness

You'll miss nothing.

The Challenge is for me

To live and love again as I once did.

To feel those things that I remembered

From a life I'd had so long ago

To make love as I once did

To make it so you'd never know.

By:

Kari R. Bunch

June 20, 2005