Wednesday, January 15, 2014

What Divine Mystery?

Your eyes are the kind that delve into me
Caressing the leaflets of my soul like some sacred text
You see me and
I am beautiful
(every inch of me, every piece of me, every jagged, slivered shard)

What divine mystery prompts you to open me like that
Touch me like that
See my strength
My fragility and
With reverence kiss the tenderness that is my heart?

What divine mystery prompts you to cradle so reverently
Each of my doubts, fears and sorrows
So that they wither and fade to dust?

Instead I am awakened
Each nerve ending renewed
You are inside of me and
I am inside of you

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