What prayers are given
within this holy silence –
how does the wish to be anointed
with the saving grace of touch
manifest itself,
what way do you desire
finding a home in a heart’s
present
as well as its future,
what creed do you memorize –
a name spoken
hushed tones
reverence
a vulnerability you wear
privately
who do you call forth as
light bringer
to your darkness
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I watch and I breathe, taking you in
A study of line and shadow
Piercing darkness with light
To find hidden
The most vulnerable parts
That speak eloquently to my own
And which I choose to hold gently, delicately
Within my hands
My breath soft, quiet
This aching stillness
Just the beginning
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*Written yesterday (6/9/18) as I enjoyed the solitude of a flight alone, my mind feverish with words.
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A heart wide open
with nothing to buoy her
amid crested waves
falling beneath the surface
to drown of her own volition
in a sea of empathy
a relentless tide that spills
over her
pulling and pitching her headfirst
into the deep
the darkness feeding
her exhaustion.
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Advancing moments steal hours
As memorable touch lingers in thought
A soft burn
That flickers
And flames
Darkness pervades
But light is caught
And kept
In the bend
Of his memory
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Can I be truly repentant
As I atone for my transgressions
If I adored each step
Into darkness
And would again embrace
With delight
Would allow myself
To savor
Once more
The sin
That is you
…Ravenous for the sin
For the darkness
For you
My hunger outstrips any need
For penance
My only need
Confession
Under your hands
Under you
My body spilling its secrets
In every sigh, gasp and moan
Expiation of sin
Was never more
Delicious
:
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The silence of the night
Blankets my thoughts
Allowing them to fade from the light
Pursuing the shadows
The nyctophile within
Celebrating the darkness
That sits not solely
With sky, moon, and stars
But which seeps from my soul
Out upon my paper
The ink drying
In vivid strokes
Identifying my words
As absolute
In their intent
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Hope is a luminary
she sets alight
and frees into the night air
watching the light as it travels
following its path
believing in its brightness
finding the unexpected storm
that blows the flame out
in a single burst
casting her into darkness
leaving her to search
for that flicker
the hope that she had
a purity of faith
that would right her perspective
that would calm her soul
that would make her remember
and believe
that there is good that happens
after all
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