Hearing the Dawn

Love
knowing
being
even before this name
that this is what joins us all
beyond
before

looking for loving
asleep

searching soul
grasping for the unmet
in an empty name
and another
easy falling word
love

beds and bars
books and naked bodies
yet
densely cloaked
yet
called freedom?

freedom of the cloak
of
intoxication and passion
promises of futures and hopes met
but
eyes, averted
unable to look
sleeping seperately
the same bed
I called intimacy
love

covered
ashamed
unboundaried
bound
no container of compassion

instead
wandering
inherited dis ease
passed on through generations
subtle
unrest
learnt and relearnt

until

still
silence

awaking to
soft secrets shared
through the dawn mist
of intimacy
reflected
through dew
hanging
and falling
and becoming unseen
one
with the earth

this still space
sharing its gift
which always was
in all before

including
being

kicked to the floor
face spat in

within that
being held in love

no place to spit outside of this

but my stories and cloaks of fear
and pain
retold and held true
then
too dense and real
to see
beneath

and be
held

the hand that hurt you
was also
the hand that held you
within the same shared breath.

lessons in loving

distant echoes of a divine dance
humility and gentle embraces
laughter
no place to reach to
no other
returning

through the dawn mist
sun rising
through tears
hanging
and falling
and becoming unseen
again
in the earth.

lessons in loving

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