a tenderness enters. a stroke of a divine mother's finger draws back a rogue lock of my golden hair away from my face. my eyes gaze up towards hers as an infusion of wisdom seeps into my being and a deep love pulses through me stronger than before.
What is life if not the connections we live? How we relate to one another can create harmony or is can create dissonance. Can I learn to ask for the things I cannot give myself? Can you let me love you deeply and not feel turned off or unworthy? Why don't we have more words for Love?