Forgiven

Forgiven

It is cold under this night sky.

Stars our only witness.

I turn you in circles, hands sweating and grasping me, to tell you this thing of my heart.

Under your eyes

Small and separate pieces begin to fuse,

Heal and are forgiven.

A shift so quiet and subtle

is now a thrashing choir.

Be a hurricane to my fear.

Swallow it whole.

Blow through the false foundation of me,

break glass and swing my doors from east to west.

Let the eye be your love determined

And in that silence pause, we pause, to hear the invisible breath of God.

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