Follow Me




Where you go, I follow
Curious and open
Wandering innocently toward the light,
Carefree and unsuspecting.
Lulled and attracted by words
Intrigued, I listen and learn
And marvel at how very easy it feels

Where I go, you follow
Cautiously leaning in closer, bit by bit
Connecting in reluctant bond
Completely unsettled but not able to turn away.
Wondering how different can be so same
You are compelled to risk
In exchange for feeling again

Where you go, I follow
Stepping through the door
Laughing and playing and leaping without a net
Not recognizing consequence until it appears.
You look into me, finding truth and exposing fear 
As you pour over my skin, bathing me,
I'm enveloped in a warm cocoon

Where I go, you follow
Alive, breathless, aflame
Frenzied and tangled in a web of passion
Surrendering to what simply must be.
Scared to continue but unable to not,
Riding perfect waves as they crash over and over
Washing ashore in amazing song

Where you go, I follow
Reality creeps in as conflicted and confused
Powerless and weak,
I hover between yes and no.
You create space for more than this,
"For now," you whisper, "for now,"
Then slip behind, still near enough to keep me from falling

Where I go, you follow
Down this road with no map
Bending and turning and stretching for miles
Unsure of how long to travel or where it leads.
Vines on a gate, we're now intertwined
Impossible to see where one starts and another ends,
Who goes first, and who follows

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