Good morning. Have a nice day.
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Naked, she stumbles to save him
Words unsaid caught in his throat
A story turning to a blue gag
suffocating him for not speaking
He reaches for her,
arms spread wide
eyes a bulging beg,
silence screams from him
Slow motion begins his speechless fall
Her head a ram rod buries into his belly
The vomit of tangled words spread hot
over her vulnerability blistering
Her love frees him
cradles his story of pain
rocks the pleading beg
from silence’s lonely keep
Forgiveness is a sea
floats the ship of relation
has harbor from love’s storms
Dives deep for a pearl of wisdom
They lay soft in whisper
in a ship with torn sails floating
bruised and blistered rowing
finding their way back home
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9 august 2011 > 21/12/3 > Universe/hangedone/empress
How can your vulnerability be your power?
Who/what have you left out that needs to be brought in?
What is the difference between what is your weapon, and
what is your tool?