“your skin is my skin,” she said.
“your lips are my lips,
your heart, my heart.”
beyond parable and pleasure
those three simple lines
whispered into life
struck a note deep within
setting free all of my
ancient fears.
a single tear
released from the prison
of her past spilled down
her unblemished cheek.
unable to reach
her private pain i knelt
on hallowed ground
and prayed for dark clouds
to pass.
