It is breaking through -
New grass in a spring pasture
Working to find cracks
and holes
In which to reach for sunlight.
At times it hurts;
A painful growth of a love that frightens me.
My bones ache with the discovering of it.
And like a tree,
its roots sink deep
into ancient places in my heart
long brushed aside
for places
more cosmopolitan.
The roots reach down….
into my gut
and into my spirit
And the web through the
nucleus of every cell
of my mind.
How have you caught me,
Great Beast?
When I am to have caught you?
What magic have you cast?
What spell have you spun?
Your dark eyes speak of instinct and knowledge -
maybe loyalty,
but also of fear and curiosity.
I feel my heart surrendering to your breath ,
and the heat of your body,
and the innocence of your existence.
Gold begins to overlay
the cracks and empty spots-
with every velvety nibble on my shoulder.
You’re full of strength and power
But you willingly place yourself
in my hands, trusting…
Inviting me to trust you in return.
~Deborah Linne
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