Her

She was my first love. 

My place of freedom from whence life beckoned me.

Her arms, the anchor i clung to through my dark birth held me close.


Her kiss…

her chapped uncertain kiss

bore the honey dipped ointment to my scared cries… 


Her presence, sturdy as the oak

was my safety,

the calm that carries me in my darkest moments.


Her Love,

Dirty, raw, uncut like the rarest diamonds,

takes my breath away. 

She is my brilliance

Ak17

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