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Writing

In the Arms of My Beloved

Resting in the arms
of my beloved,
I breathe deep
and easy,

taking refuge
in the sweet peace
of our union.

His quiet, steady
presence
and gentle embrace
speak a language
older and deeper
than words,

penetrating the core
of my being
in a way
no human partner
ever has

with the
unmistakable
message that

I am safe,
I am loved,
all is well.

I was
so thirsty
for this way
of knowing.

I drink deeply.

I have entered into
the mind
of the tree,
and he
has entered me.

I will never
be alone
again.

 
   

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