Joshua Dinkin

(March 8,1985 / Boca Raton, Florida)

Never Let Go

Like a bee to the flower,
Like a pig to mud,
I’m drawn to your power,
Like a shark to blood.

Like a wolf to the moon,
Pulled in by your spell,
I’m high on the dune,
Howling like hell!

Your lips are soft petals,
Your scent is like wine—
The aroma that settles
From you is divine.

I weep when you leave me,
And sleeplessly toss—
O sweetness believe me,
I understand loss.

But you are my beacon,
My hope amidst sorrow,
And I’ll never weaken,
If you’re here tomorrow.

If only the fates
Would humbly allow
My soul through your gates,
My hand on your brow.

Such a modest request,
To bask in your glow,
To pleasantly rest,
And never let go…

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013
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