Sacred Poet Love letters...
Updated: Dec 22, 2018
Waking up with you is a somersault in my soul.
A solar opening of stubborn petals,
Metal melting away in acceptance
Exposing the nerve to love our yesness.
This is more than a new chapter.
It a library of a newly conscious congress.
No longer in contest with the pain
I call this a draw.
For surrender to purpose is the glorious
Death a warrior knows only in dreams.
Drained I came to you.
Half-full of expectations waiting to be
Imbibed or given up to the gods of grace
Spilled in our embrace
Breathing heavily heart
Beating steadily start
In this moment
I love you.