Only the presence
only love
only love’s divine essence
remains pure
breathing me
beating within me
speaking itself through me
Sometimes love and poetry
seem so raw
elemental essence
creation brought into form
raw materials coalesce
more destiny than magic
thoughtforms running
their course
Sometimes poetry is so raw
so intimate it feels
as if you the reader
have me
have me every which way but loose
I like it but then I don’t
I live and long to show you
and offer you the inside
but I also want to remain
untouched
of course I offer myself
not really a sacrificial lamb
and yet exactly that
for I cannot be less
I offer my heart
naked and bare
I offer my soul
in light or despair