Brushstrokes on the soul of someone else,
This fearless touch unclothes bodies
Unwinding the knotted ribbons of my thoughts
And permeates the clattering clutter beneath
Late, I have come, drawn to your side
By some unknown force of subtle magnitude.
The foolish winds of fancy, I have long believed
Fall away, struck down by the silence of love.
My being, a skylark in dawn, rises
From the rubble of plaguing insecurities.
No more through cafe windows do I gaze
But soaring, sailing, scaling, I venture.
Deep delving closeness draws
And the ivory papers of my heart flutter
Your breath warms my salty cheek;
Caressing the breakable mosaic of me.
This red wine, the bread, enfolds me
Within you, you within and without.
The paradox, the oneness of grace
Confounds, perplexes, radiates.