caught up in notions familiar from birth
what once was comfortable won't always bring comfort.
i am reborn again against your skin.
inside your compassion pressed upon my chest
there is safety for spirit.
there is trust for touch.
there is water for washing.
our hips curve with wisdom.
our lips flush with fervor.
our bellies are full.
unknown shapes and unseen colors
unfold on the horizon
and my legs shake with grace.
i am willing love.
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