With one look
her soul spoke
a universal longing. 
“Is it too much 
to ask of you
to need me?”
her eyes asked.
She continued,
“Not in the way
in which 
you couldn’t live 
without me. 
I’m not that insecure,
most days.
But need me
in the manner
of acknowledging 
my life 
has meaning,
has purpose,
has import
in the world
in which we both dwell.
Is that too much
to ask of you?”
And our eyes 
remained locked
in an eternal embrace
of tender acceptance
of our mutual
insecurities.
- bshivers 

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