LIGHT
What thou sayest to me
is only thread
on the threadbare sky
I am grasping at fruit
cluttered in the sheer waist of your enjoyment
Capture me in that ring you dust --
examine like a root
caught in every angle of the truth
Let the world love us
it is safe here
where no one comes to tame us
We can be wild
in each epiphany
to stretch beyond
the place
where hate has held us
I am here
to enrich
your whole apparition
and that holy sky
which bends the needle backward
and will not stitch us
out of anything
but God
I Love You,
Your Beloved
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