Fighting Shadows

I reach for you in the dark,
your fingertips trace
the outline of my ring,
reflecting the promise it holds.

You are patient and steady,
but my past flickers between us,
shadows cast by cruel hands
that still linger.

Desire and memory collide,
wanting, despite the fear,
my body whispers in the dark,
begs to be heard,
but my mind won't listen.

Love is softer than memory,
and I'm learning to let you in.

I know your hands.
When they reach,
they will only be gentle.

I love you.

But tonight,
I'm still fighting shadows.