The Choice...

Choosing it, closer.

Through layers of fear,

Letting you in,

Wanting you near.

Falling through the mirror,

Together,

Seeing by touching,

Being by feeling,

Knowing by loving.

Time is only air,

A deep breath of now.

Each of us trusting,

Your arms , My arms.

Living from the core of us,

Sacred, holy,

Precious dreams,

Secret wishes.

We go to church inside each other,

A sacred trust,

A choice, a responsibility

To care, not hurt.

Loving a language of feelings,

Souls talking,

With heart

Not words.

Loving, a feeling of

Getting so much,

That you can’t

Give enough back.

The choice

Is ours.

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