Of apparent strength
They do not know
How much I belong here
Broken seeking mending
For the umpteenth time
Tools to help us cope
With this unrelenting
Seduction
By One from whom
We seek escape
And yet desire
Love has wounded us
We have allowed
The wound to bleed
A prayer for intimacy
The brave full-throated
Cry for more is signed
With scant regard for safety
A bony ageing hand
Goes up to clasp
The throat that gasps
Our free and petrified assent
Astonished eyes behold
What Love has bade us
Yet to climb
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