The warm blood of our open wounds felt with fingers and forgiving flesh. An inclining...
So much more.
The newness fills our spaces, heart races.
Felt like salt, like lemon, like acid in that wound.
A burn deepened as we hold our breaths.
In mornings wake the waves came ashore. In the undertow we choked.
I grasp through murky waters for you.
I feel you.
I hold your fears.
Relax with me and breath.
Oceans of stillness await and soothe the aching wounds of the soul.
