By Gala
Date: 26 March 2001
The Healing That Is Touch
I woke from a sweet night
tucked securely in your arms,
with your breath still warm
on my cheek,
the ghost of your kiss
caught softly in my hair.
A yawn, a stretch, and a shiver
of honey ease
and the world has lost its power
to make me a frightened child again.
I look at you, still in easy repose,
your breath deep and even,
and see that the lines around your eyes are less,
and know that if I woke you,
at least some of the haunted
will have left them,
frightened away by a blaze of light
that is all colors and none,
that we brought from the spectrum
of the living spirit
and cast together in the night.
I am not alone---
you came to me, parted the crowd
caught me in your arms
and made me yours with a kiss
that balmed the aching within me,
bandaged the wounds of a deep scored heart,
and once again had the courage
to put aside the fear, the demons, the tears
and make something with me
that was greater then two urgent hearts
could have ever dreamed.
There is a healing,
simple but profound in what we do,
and you need never make me yours sweet healer---
because I always have been.
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