by M. Douglas Hoss
You have wept inside, so long, for a love
and joy that brings those tears man conjures
with their kiss. You have kept your fingertips,
your sweet whispers, with all they feel and hope
for the only one who can ever touch
or hear your voice. You hold this holy ground
of purest resistance believing this
is the spot that truly is your birthright.
Let this be our refuge then; in our tears,
our touch and our holy whispers spoken
for this is the place we should be in love,
so deep within our devoted coexistence.
And let this be our heaven; you and I,
hearts always filled with a perfect joy.
Last updated April 25, 2013