I stand by my back-then words
The sight and the touch of a fiery hand
Brushed against the surface of my straight-from-only-God-knows-where intuition
Reaching out, did you foresee -as you seem to be able- my fumblings and follies
I choke when I taste and gasp when I smell your handiwork against my handiwork
With incredulous eyes, stunned heart and still-shallow breath, again I say
“Oh my God…oh my god….”
If just a sister
Then I’ll be SuperSister
If not, then super
If you do not yet
Believe in you
Believe in the Sky
And the Others who
Believe in you
We all have one, no?
But if yours be ripped away
Befriend agony
Faith, that perseveres with truth – despite my uncertainty – I will honor you.
Love that speaks friendship – even into the wee hours of my consciousness – I will take your hand.
Hope, that pursues me in peace – though I slumber – I will cherish you.
Wow, how long have I known you?
Those sparkling, honest eyes and truthful smile.
Those strong legs and even stronger heart.
That chin born to parallel the ground.
That clear, kind voice.
Wow, how long have I abandoned you?
By being terrified of mistakes.
By sacrificing Peace for peace.
By averting eyes from passion.
By keeping you in longing.
I am so sorry! It is so good to see you!
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