Picture this.

Pine wood floors hold up wooden furniture, softened with fluffy pillows.

The morning’s coffee cools in a mug on the window sill.

Seated on the couch, I read the morning paper.

Reading glasses on so I can actually see the words,

Your fingers brush my neck, twirl locks of my hair.

This is the love I long for,

Pray to God for.

Workout, read, enrich my mind for-

Only to remember that love begets love.

Broken vessels don’t hold water,

So I dig deep.

Purging myself of brokenness not just for you,

But for me.

The intimacy I long for, dream of, with you

Must begin with me.


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