I feel you as a wall behind my bones
In quiet moments, lone or hemmed about;
Steady, silent, used to hold your own--
A penetration into rooms of doubt.
Yours the reassuring breath behind;
I belong to you. I am content
To travel highways from my heart and mind,
And take your sacrifice as it was meant.
I learn that highways lead to your embrace,
And bitterly, I find them incomplete;
You show me paths that set my heart to race,
And then reach out to pull me to my feet.
Your arms about me prove my fear was wrong:
To you I have and ever shall belong.
postscript
A sonnet I entered in the school's valentines poetry contest. It ended up winning, actually, which was a blessing. Written in traditional shakespearian form. The meaning is slightly ambiguous. But, you know... that's what I do!