By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2008 Jul 23
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Elysium, Enter

I could hold
your warmth
on the tips
of my fingers
and stare
in peace
at that smile,
those confounding eyes
that offer
all that is intangible

You are a paragon
of what is bright,
and what is dark,
what is whole,
yet torn asunder,
So complex,
yet so perfectly simplistic
and touchable

and I sink
to the bottom of your words,
undone at the seams
(your beauty is palpable,
a corona of hope
surrounding these bitter days
(Come in child,
I ache for you,
Holy Woman,
all that I am,
is yours)