She said, “Open the door, let me in.”
Inside my fortress, I freeze to death
Every night stripped and shivering
Rusted bones, my body glimmering
But she comes to me in silence
Wraps me in warm blankets
Tells me the movements of the planets
And the location of distant stars
Why do I deserve such tenderness?
Often, I feel vulnerable, lost
Overly-conscientious
Her touch is a soothing balm
No longer alone, I cling to her nakedness
Between us, there’s a spaciousness
Knowing God has not forsaken us
Achieving the immortality we wanted
And floating in the weightlessness
(Photo by Bruce Christianson on Unsplash)
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