a word, in a moment
at an end of an evening
one weekend near Halloween, and
its waning moon.
two years of a pattern—
close, then far apart, and
back again, and again, and
again.
bodies, hearts in love and desire
then pain from withdrawal—
smarting, sorrow, sadness, and
grief.
a culmination of growth and gain
the many dimensions of love--
learning to open, look deeply, and
accept and love deeper.
a word was in the end, the ending
a man declaring it so--
vile, unloving, certainly so, and
correctly in his eyes.
a woman’s love and credibility, held
captive
in his eyes, holding only his truth--
a word, held sacredly in hers, violating their love.
a word spoken with love opened hearts, and eyes
more words, flowing over tongues through lips
feelings flooding and filling to over-flowing
words with love and breath drawing lovers closer.
understanding the depth of this sacredness—
their gift of relationship
growing up, growing more awakened, and
growing more in love.
Kat
14 November 2015
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