6/8/10

terribilita

in the dark,
where it is damp --
the moisture,
supernatural --
silence
and the resulting
terror
of what lies
just out of reach;
reach for me,
my Beloved,
even though
I am no Jesus:
I am not even Saul,
I am no one
except the one
who adores You,
who will guide You
to safety,
in my abrazo,
so final,
so extreme,
so unrecoverable;
I am Your goal,
as I must be,
if You are to survive
the clutches
of the dark hands
that lie just beyond
Your view;
lie with me,
my one-and-only,
and know
the safety
of my everlasting embrace.



June 8, 2010.

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