Oh Love,
This is when I call you...
...when the noise and crisis spreads...
...the numbness, the anger, and wretched world between us.
And such golden moments after it has all passed, and your exhortations of gratitude to rewrite, rewire your lovingness.
You say you have found a new power within yourself- and self-indulgence, frantic gratification does not now satisfy. Now it seems so juvenile.
I let these words sink in as you hold me and the sobs and anguish of thousands of years- the lies we buy and got to inherit.
(No, my precious fingers were not made to be an object of selfishness. I feel the weight and souls dying in grief, asking for recompense.)
Oh Love,
You have held me through my tears. You have shed them as you felt my body and soul shake. You have felt errors in the old ways. And after both our tears feed us...
...this is when I call you.
This is when I call to you.
Last night, my mind and emotions unsettled,
now, All the noise and crisis settled.
My heart and body ready to be known.
The flowing love of my nature.
Come touch - Let us play freely.
copyright Gwen Juvenal
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