A whispered, “I love you” liberates my Love.
Caged in simmering rage and deceit’s pain, my Love
wrestles free and we arise in tandem.
What does it take in this flight called Life
to find our way in passion without flailing about?
Perhaps it is in the flailing deepest love is found?
Crimson truth rendered black by rage and lies,
washed whiter than snow by love.
A mysterious gift gripped in Womb’s safety
until its properly ripened by time.
Love from eternal breath and space
doing Divinity’s dance with the fervor
of passion’s first release.
Crimson truth, a beauty indeed, dripping
blood red missives from Womb’s velvet cave.
A whispered, “I love you” liberates my Love