Tuesday 1 January 2008

Let Each

I saw the love
When out of the mouth
Of my lover
Came words
Opening doors
To endless images
Of the same

The same words
Repeating
Gently
Openly
Endless gifts of balm
Easing aches
deep within me

Easing
The constant painful fear
of dying
That comes from living
not knowing
We are loved.

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